I talk to my gun 'cause I'm not insane
Par for the course for a mad sergeant's brain
Gun talks to me, 'cause I gave it a name
All LA crime will go up in flames
It doesn't matter if you're left or right
I gun down every politician in my sight
It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead
Arresting every criminal after I shoot them in the head
Piles of paperwork
Bombs going boom
Hapless victims
In unmarked tombs
Decades of coffee
Bootlegging wombs
My c**aine supply
In the evidence room
More parking tickets
Than there are cars
Distracted by hookers
That just left the bars
Every cop on the force
Is afraid they'll be dead
(If) you're one minute late
I'll blow off your head
My chase in on CNN
As I battle my strife
Shoot through my ceiling
(While I) hate-f** my wife
Angry Black Sergeant
With a gun like a knife
I'm a walking stereotype
That's just come to life