Running from the coppers Like I got time to be proper Always said I’ll never prosper Less I hit em with the chopper Oh lord Less I hit em with the chopper Oh lord Less I hit em with the chopper Said Shee, got no melody Oh my god You killing me Gonna light you up like a Christmas tree Can I get some type of sympathy You such a deadbeat So go back home and cry to mommy Can’t spit gold bars if you got no knees You telling me? Like Uh Really? Said Please You can’t get with this Just look at yourself There ain’t no contest There ain’t meaning for you to protest But you my guest So just lay back And honor that crest Like Uh Like Uh Like Uh Like Uh Said Peace