there are bad apples in every profession
but in this one that carries the guns
they're sure and steady and ever ready
even the prepubescent one
i can sense the slow breath of death
out of sight, but still encroaching
with the face of an angel on this youngest cop ever
the hangman is now approaching
how sinister a thought, how sinister a ploy
you know i don't believe hell comes
this particular cop, comfortable and sure
my death, i now fully welcome
when it's all over, my flesh unfamiliar
and probably completely mangled
they took me by storm and i've surrendered my soul
to this cop who appears like an angel
i told you they're expert at what they do
and we need them fighting crime
catching muggers, murderers and rapist, too
not bloggers who blog in rhyme
at times like this it's certainly true
hazes and hues are confusing
that i'd so easily succumb to this kid with a gun
is privately kind of amusing
if you don't know, don't misunderstand
cause if you're a mugger, thugger or thief
i'm not an easy mark cause i'm walking towards you
your best bet's the other side of the street
i don't look ferocious, and i'm glad that's the case
and unlike you i don't carry heat,
but if you should cross me, i mean REALLY cross me
i'm the last bitch you'd ever want to meet
if you're one of those slugs, i'm better than you
and i don't respect the way that you live
but to those who are society's ideal
it's my life and my choice to give
i have something you don't, a very keen sense
a sense of the good side of men
but angel, i'm sure, is a warrior at core
he's killed and he'll kill again
if you think you'll get over
because of your own unique and particular kind of angle
i'm telling you this, don't make the mistake
of fucking with officer angel
i'm not going to complain, nor even explain
why this life has been majorly painful
but i'm ready for death, as long as it's mete
by the hands of officer angel
