The Officer Problem Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
[Em]Bitch I look like a Tyrannosaurus
I look like a Tyrannosaurus
I look like a Tyrannosaurus
[C#m]Y 'all[Em] better get ready for this one
You bitch, I look like a Tyrannosaurus
They don't want it with a cane
They ain't bout to do a thing
Snap my fingers only once
Sir, it's all I did, you rang
Better stay under the radar
Saving yourself in the grab -dar
Step into me with a face -off
Tear your face off
People tell me that I'm power -trippin'
Take a look at where the crown is sittin'
Every time that I come around
Everybody gonna bow
And if not, then it's off with his head
Evil villain, narcissistic
Part sadistic, heart non -existent
Articulate bars, a whole monster
But put the carcass up in a coffin
I'm part never a star
Benefit for competition
Want a battle with a beast,
not a smart decision
Plenty cattle for the beef at a war,
let's take a fork in it
Well done when I slaughter victims
Start to finish, sharp precision
Do it my way, disregard opinions
Royal living, order minions
Only one way, win in tortured kingdoms
Y 'all gonna get the invite for war
With the one half man, half dinosaur
Sound bite, chomp down with a lion force
Tiger roar, ripping out spinal cords
I'm like a Borky
and will take you by the mork
You like no more,
we're sticking you inside the drawer
Now wipe the entire floor,
we can hide the gore
Disguise the horror
Bitch, I look like a Tyrannosaurus
They don't want it with a cane,
they ain't bout to do a thing
Snap my fingers only once,
service all I did you ain't
Better stay under the radar,
saving yourself from the graveyard
Step into me with a face off,
tell your face off
Hard to contain all my animal rage,
can't hold me back
even trapped in a cage
Bars will be bending and latches will break
In a moment I'm out,
I'm a stab at the braids
Fuck out my way, I got magma to make
Fire, I [C#m]spits at a castle ablaze
They [Em]wanted to smoke,
I put ash in the tray
When you talkin' that shit,
you put gas on a flame
Chips on my shoulders, it look like a bat
But it lays in my cave in a couple rib cages
And place them up on
a plate with a little cage
If it tastes, tell me where the propane
Can't handle heat, so go grab a sleeve
You all add the cream,
they go black caf[C#m]feine
There's no cap[Em]puccino,
man, can't you see me?
Spits on the mic while
they draggin' briefs
Full of flow out of my pocket
like sippin' a canteen
[C]When you waking up a monster,
return to a bad dream
Don't you [Em]try to make an enemy,
think of a plan B
Don't you try to be a [C]hero,
just leave it to Stan [Em]Lee
Address the beast with your majesty
If not, that's illegal, contact the police
This ain't what you want,
so [Em]back on your knees
The last thing you want
is combat with me, [Em]ayy