[Intro: DJ Clay]
"Oh, shit. Hold up. Brand new Violent J. A World Upside Down: The Mixxtape. Ha ha ha"

[Verse 1: Violent J]
There's a legendary tale in the city
About a cop, badge two three fifty
They say this psycho paints his face
And don't work for the station or no place
Shows on his own, pops up
Spills big blood but never mops up
Don't follow protocol, he don't match it
Talkin' about me, Officer Hatchet
I respond to the scene
A domestic swabble, a two sixteen
Her whole damn mouth was busted
I quickly soaked through the suspect
My sentence for leavin' her battered
Beat his lеgs in until his bones was shattered
I'm off, lеft him bleedin' there
From now on, he'll be needin' a chair

[Chorus]
I place you (Don't move, mother fucker)
Under arrest
(Get the fuck on the fuckin' ground)
(Get on the fuckin' ground, you bitch)
Blow off your fuckin' head (Don't move mother fucker)
I won't resist
(Get your bitch ass on the fuckin' floor right now)
(And get naked)
[Post-Chorus 1]
"We got a call from a worried neighbor about a possible CUH, [?]3478[?]9, that's on the west side of [?] trails."

[Verse 2: Violent J]
A call came in for a two forty-one
A man beatin' his eight-year-old son
God damn, found the boy unconscious
Tried to bring him around, but he remained responseless
"It's my house!" then he said "Fuck you!"
Words, them were his last two
I drew my baton and proceeded to beat 'em
He chose his last words, and I made him eat 'em
I use much excessive force
And I believe that I have no choice
I got winded, the scene was morbid
Got the gasoline out and poured it
Took the kid outside and burned it all to Hell
And now all is well
Justice was served, public protection
Something's wrong, I make the correction

[Chorus]
I place you (Don't move, mother fucker)
Under arrest
(Get the fuck on the fuckin' ground)
(Get on the fuckin' ground, you bitch)
Blow off your fuckin' head (Don't move mother fucker)
I won't resist
(Get your bitch ass on the fuckin' floor right now)
(And get naked)
[Post-Chorus 2]
"Apparently we've got a while male in clown paint out there, who's been impersonating a law officer, and racking up many assault and battery charges as he goes"

[Verse 3: Violent J]
You have the right to remain silent when I'm violent
But you don't have to, I don't mind it
Handcuffed with my knee in your spine
All your weed and them keys are mine
The long arm of the law will close-line ya
And if you're a pedophile, I'll find ya
The police are needed, a ten fifteen
So I arrive on the scene
Home invasion, the man is still in there
Family held hostage, prisoner
Kicked in the front door and saw the man with the gat
And put six in his back
Then walked up and made his head go splat
Broke every bone, stomped it flat
And as soon as I leave, they show
The other police, you know, the slow

[Chorus]
I place you (Don't move, mother fucker)
Under arrest
(Get the fuck on the fuckin' ground)
(Get on the fuckin' ground, you bitch)
Blow off your fuckin' head (Don't move mother fucker)
I won't resist
(Get your bitch ass on the fuckin' floor right now)
(And get naked)
[Post-Chorus 3]
"We missed him again, just missed him. [?] is all over this guy, though, and it shouldn't be long before this idiot is under arrest. He's been one lucky bastard."