Who are you?

[Cats]

who am I? a little man who spent twenty seven years of his life as a cop trying to put big shots like you away. twenty seven years in the filth and the dirt of the street there ain't no music down there. you watch the people on the streets killing raping each other pumping dope through their veins while big men like you sit, in the fancy penthouses. and let the poor slobs rot in hell. i know about you as long as it puts money in your pocket today the nobodies who made you rich are gonna win. die you son of a bitch.

 

[fake farts]

I am the Black Sabbath song with all the synths.