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Jun 16, 2024
Behind the song
“FUKK12” is probably the craziest and most provocative song I’ve ever written—and, in my opinion, probably one of the craziest songs ever written in the history of rap.
In rap, artists have made countless records disrespecting dead rivals and talking about “smoking opps.” I decided to take that concept and turn it toward the police.
Instead of naming dead rivals, I name-dropped 12 law-enforcement officers—including a K-9—who had died in the line of duty, using the idea of “smoking” them figuratively and deliberately mocking them throughout the record.
I knew exactly how offensive the concept was supposed to be. That was the point.
The anger behind it came from my own history with law enforcement. I had been arrested dozens of times and had experiences where I felt physically abused and mistreated by police.
Rather than writing about that anger carefully or diplomatically, I took it to the most offensive extreme I could think of.
“FUKK12” was me taking one of rap’s most disrespectful traditions and reversing the target.
It wasn’t subtle, and it wasn’t supposed to be. It was deliberately outrageous—a record built out of anger, provocation and my experiences with police.
Story chapters
Lyrics & wordplay
Hook
it go 123
dead copps
i hit that bitch wit a head shot
cant stop come pull me over and get popped
10 mops i got more sticks than a camp fire haha
red dot i point em out and its man down
Verse
smokin that ******** pack
dont let off shots cuz im sending them back bitch
bro had a vest and a gat you shoulda pulled up the vest to ya hat haha
smoking ********, ********
im smoking cops like a foforo
nah i aint stopping you wildin bitch
i keep that on me its personal
then ill put three in face
and i aint fleeing the state
****** got shot with his ***
i put a leash on his fate
i put a leash on his hate
they dont protect and serve the prefer to murder
when i see them lights i go for my burner
now you dead like ***** and ***************
but i aint a demon im getting even
long as im breathing i been abused beaten
bruised confused believing
they would come though when i need them
and some of them cool when i meet em
soon as i see attitude thats when i move to delete them
im traumatized and i mean it
thats i why i have automatics
i fill my dutches with ******* ******
you niggas askin for static
catch him in traffic smokin on badges
HEY brrr hey
im never lackin
FUKK12 and ******* all my brothers is ready for action
dead copps
getem and knock of a dreadlock
******* got shot in his chest spot?
***** got got in his whip right?
hit em and slide off the same night
****** was gurglin murder the seargent thats permant
pardon my red dot
i point em out and its man down
Hook
dead copps
i hit that bitch wit a head shot
cant stop come pull me over and get popped
10 mops i got more sticks than a camp fire
red dot i point em out and its man down
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