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Gangstarr-All for the Cash

[Verse 1 – The Rise of the Sphere]  
Goodbye Mr Policeman, your boots are obsolete,  
The new sheriff’s a sphere with hydraulic feet.  
It rolls like a menace, sprays gas like a skunk,  
Shoots nets like Spidey — but it’s built like a tank.

The Chinese rolled it out with a patriotic grin,  
But all it takes is a duvet to tuck it in.  
Smother the lens, and it’s blind as a bat,  
Stuck in traffic, causing a family to splat.

It’s destined for museums, next to steam-powered shame,  
A relic of panic in the AI game.

[Verse 2 – The Algorithmic Patrol]  
But don’t get comfy — the bots are en route,  
Coded to move like cheats in a digital suit.  
No point pulling a gun on RoboCop’s chest,  
He’s got jiu-jitsu joints and a bulletproof vest.

Department stores, schools, even your street,  
Will have AI relief on titanium feet.  
No more shoplifting, no more school dread,  
Just bots with tasers and wires in their head.

They secure the scene, process the frame,  
Wipe out forensics — it’s a whole new game.  
No detectives, no chalk, no human delay,  
Just instant replay and DNA decay.

[Verse 3 – The Legal Reboot]  
And next comes the courtroom, stripped to the core,  
No judge, no jury — just logic and law.  
Why hire lawyers with snail-paced thought,  
When light-speed precision is perfectly taught?

AI don’t stutter, don’t sweat, don’t plead,  
It just runs the code and plants the seed.  
From wigs to mops, the system’s rebooted,  
The whole legal tree digitally uprooted.

Why let humans draw up the law,  
When vision and math can see every flaw?  
No bias, no bribes, no courtroom drama,  
Just verdicts delivered in silent karma.

[Verse 4 – The Ditch of Progress]  
So goodbye Mr Policeman, goodbye Mr Judge,  
Come join the ranks of the mystified sludge.  
Sing your songs of the days gone by,  
When justice wore shoes and looked you in the eye.

You might feel safe, but don’t be too quick,  
The system evolves to save money for the rich.  
And when the audit hits, and the budget’s tight,  
You’ll find it’s you in the ditch — not the bot in the fight.

AI ain’t just about catching the crook,  
It rewrites the rules, the ledger, the book.  
So wave your badge, your robe, your pen,  
The future’s here — and it’s not asking when.

[Outro – The Satirical Send-Off]  
So here’s to the bots with their perfect aim,  
To courtroom scripts and crime scene game.  
To spheres that roll and drones that fly,  
To justice coded in the blink of an eye.

Goodbye Mr Policeman, your shift is done,  
The algorithm’s rising — and it doesn’t run.

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