Badge Reputation

I’ve got a badge reputation
If you know what I mean
I’m a bad ass mother fucker
And I also fuck teens
I’ve got a badge reputation
And my conscience is clean
Victim is a word that I can’t understand
And you’re all fucking guilty
I’m known in this town
And I’m feared on these streets
One time I curb stomped a dude
While wearing golf cleats
The only way I turn over
My badge or my gun
Is if they were on top of the safe
That holds my other ones
Five year old kids — YEAH!
Get tried as adults
I get more bitches — UH HUH!
Then the leaders of cults
The only clothes I wear
Are my dressy dress blues
However I don footy jammies when it’s time to take a snooze
We’re dressed to kill
Choked your sister on a fistful of special K pills
We’re packing heat
Respected on the street
Fall in line or you’ll be dead meat
No fucking answers
Don’t bother to ask
But all these dope pushers are my personal super PAC
Bright ideas — YEAH!
I got them in spades
Confiscated cocaine is the way I get paid
I’ve got a badge reputation
And a short ass fuse
So get the fuck out of the way — If you know what’s good for you