Punk Police (unknown virus 5.)

Punk police
 Don't fuck with me
 Or tell me what's not cool
 Punk police
 Don't fuck with me
 Or tell me what to do
 So many rules to follow
 That shit don't sound very punk
 Like Eaddy said
 Miss me with that shit
 Or end up slumped
 Don't wear no brands
 That shit ain't cool
 I'll wear what I want
 Nigga, fuck you
 Everybody's punk until the knife come cross their face
 Cold sweat a minor threat
 I'll X right out your name
 Leave it be on the streets
 Punks is what they want
 Pop shit and get hit
 Or get stomped out from the fakes
 Up the punks
 Of hate
 Destroy the punks
 Who hate
 Don't tell me what to listen to
 Don't tell me what to wear
 Don't tell me what the fuck to do
 'Cause honey I won't care
 Don't ask me what the lyrics is
 Or who's my favorite band
 What I do just ain't for you
 Fuck you and your mans
 I pulled up, bumping Westside Gunn
 Don't know the Who
 But I know Big Pun
 Dress undress
 Yeah my cock weighs a ton
 Suck on these
 Make you plead to my gun