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Angry Black Sergeant

from So Heavy, God Can't Lift Us by Dyslexic Fudgicle

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from "Inverted Owl" [2013]

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I talk to my gun 'cause I'm not insane
Par for the course for a mad sergeant's brain
Gun talks to me, 'cause I gave it a name
All LA crime will go up in flames

It doesn't matter if you're left or right
I gun down every politician in my sight
It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead
Arresting every criminal after I shoot them in the head

Piles of paperwork
Bombs going boom
Hapless victims
In unmarked tombs
Decades of coffee
Bootlegging wombs
My cocaine supply
In the evidence room
More parking tickets
Than there are cars
Distracted by hookers
That just left the bars

Every cop on the force
Is afraid they'll be dead
(If) you're one minute late
I'll blow off your head

My chase in on CNN
As I battle my strife
Shoot through my ceiling
(While I) hate-fuck my wife
Angry Black Sergeant
With a gun like a knife
I'm a walking stereotype
That's just come to life

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from So Heavy, God Can't Lift Us, released June 10, 2016
Music: G. Burgermeister, The "W."
Lyrics: G. Burgermeister
Performed by G. Burgermeister, The "W.", Nickelsack
Featuring Billy Silvers (guitar solo)

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Dyslexic Fudgicle Providence, Rhode Island

Officially formed in 2003 (although their roots allegedly date back to the Civil War), Dyslexic Fudgicle plays offbeat metal and rock songs about oatmeal, hookers, midgets, owls, and former Baltimore Ravens cheerleader/WWE Diva, Stacy Keibler. They have a reputation for their live shows which involve fast food being hurled into the audience. ... more

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