Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse]
Sirens wail, egos inflate, squad car parade
Chest puff patrol, flexin' fake charades
Clipboard warriors, rulebook crusade
Think they Zeus, but it’s just a flash grenade
Steel-toed boots on a power trip stroll
Actin’ like kings with a neighborhood toll
But the crown’s paper mache, watch it fold
Their badge a sticker, glitter’s gettin’ old
[Chorus]
They ain't law, just ordinance enforcers
Paper tigers, not courtroom endorsers
Flash that badge, but the truth exposes
Not laws, just rules, their power decomposes
[Verse 2]
Parking lot prophets, chalk stick messiahs
Ticket pad tyrants, clipboard pariahs
Fake authority with suburban papayas
A lawless mirage, their bluff’s on fire
“Violation, sir,” with a puffed-up chest
But the ordinance don’t put the law to test
Fakin’ like sheriffs, but they ain’t the best
Just clerks with a flashlight, nothin’ to arrest
[Bridge]
They bark, but their bite’s all foam
A dog with no leash, no bone
No gavel, no court, no throne
Just shadows of power they don’t own
Details
GeneratedJul 26, 2025
Duration1:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
and ominous synth pads creating a tense, gritty hi-hats, rap, beats, heavy 808s, trap, rebellious vibe
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
ModelAria v4
Prompt
This one is about a bunch of patrolman that believe that they're all enforcement but they're about to find out that they do not enforce any laws that she's an ordinance and not laws, rap, trap, beats
