Jesse Horton, Worst Cop on the Block

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Talk about it
[Verse 1]
Whole town know your name, that’s the sad part
Jesse Horton, weak badge, got a glass heart
Act tough, but your eyes always blink first
Every petty traffic stop turn to fake search
Writing tickets for the broke, that’s your pastime
Scroll your phone in the car at the same time
See real crime, you just circle like a lap dog
Clock out early, blame “paperwork” and backlog
[Chorus]
Jesse Horton, worst cop on the block (on the block)
Scared of real smoke, only flex at the stop (yeah)
All that bark, but you fold when it’s hot
You a sucky ass cop, man, you suck at the job
Jesse Horton, lights flash, then you hide (you hide)
Act big, but we see through the pride (so tired)
Whole city know you playin’ both sides
You a sucky ass cop, just a joke in a ride
[Verse 2]
Pull folks over just to feel like you matter
Let a real call ring, you just chew a stale platter
Radio crackle, you pretend you ain’t hear that
Drink cold coffee, fake yawn, then you steer back
Pose for the mirror in the station, lil’ clown
New boots, clean vest, same shame, same frown
If courage was a test, you’d flunk on sight
Badge shining, but there’s nothing in your spine, all hype
[Chorus]
Jesse Horton, worst cop on the block (on the block)
Scared of real smoke, only flex at the stop (stop)
All that bark, but you fold when it’s hot
You a sucky ass cop, man, you suck at the job
Jesse Horton, lights flash, then you hide (then you hide)
Act big, but we see through the pride
Whole city know you playin’ both sides
You a sucky ass cop, just a joke in a ride

rap, Dark trap beat with rumbling sub-bass and eerie bell plucks, mid-tempo. Male vocals with a sneering, confident delivery; verses stay conversational and tight, hook explodes with shouted ad-libs and stacked gang vocals. Sparse, menacing synths in the verses; chorus brings in distorted choir stabs and extra hi-hat rolls to raise the tension., hip hop