Bad King Wenceslas looked out
on the scene of sirens
blue lights flashing round about
the neighbourhood environs

Fiercely shone the chopper lights
bullhorn shouts were cruel
negotiator came in sight
struggling to stay cool

Hither page and stand by me
if thou know it telling
yonder agent who is he?
where and what his dwelling?

Sire he lives a good league hence
underneath a mountain
works for government defence
narco crime accountin’

Bring my vest and bring my piece
bring my bullets hither
thou and I will this guy grease
send his brothers hither

Page and monarch forth they went
forth they went together
till their weapons all were spent
and down they went together

Sire the night is darker now
and the wind blows stronger
fails my heart I know not how
I can go no longer

Hark my footsteps my good page
tread thou in them boldly
thou must find the righteous rage
to freeze thy blood less coldly

In his master’s steps he trod
past the cars so dented
the heat was in the very sod
and Wenceslas demented

Thus shall gangsta men be stopped
wealth or junk possessing
ye who now do waste the cops
shall all soon be resting