A-Merk - Truly Terrifying (Bad Cop Anthem) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo it’s me
Officer number nineteen ninety three
Flee, cus your drugs I see
You know we don’t allow any of that shit no more, c’mon son

C’mon dun, you know I got a gun
Run, cus you can tell I’m on one
Aeropills make chases more fun
You’re done, the capture has begun
Hope? Dude you got none
Look at me, I weigh a tonne
Special armor protects necks
Like condoms protect sex
Fools like you always catch wrecks
And you’re slow, one of Mary’s effects
You smoke the virgin, dude I saw you
It’s the opposite of mergin when I saw you
I love torture, it gets me hard
Charred body parts all over my yard
I’m a cop, I can do whatever
Cus the priests blessed our holy endeavor


We’re in charge
Cus we’re so large
Don’t need a charge
To bring you to Sarge
He’ll back me up, I swear
We’ll track re-ups, take care
I don’t spare anyone wasting air
Fuck fair, spare me your prayer
Beware, I’ll make you despair
Laid bare, you bones to the air
Don’t care, I swear, you better prepare
Voltaire, yup that’s my nom de guerre
What’s ironic? Man fuck you
Your death’s embryonic, startin to brew
My gun’s ultrasonic, ready to spew
I’m straight demonic, mind askew
You smoke the chronic? say adieu
I smile, sardonic, cutting through
Your skin, you’re full of sin
I bet your hellbound ass drinks gin
Man fuck you, I’m bringing you in
Alright, dumbass? You can’t win
I really hope you’re a martyr
It’s way less fun when you’re smarter