Conditions of My Parole

Sweet baby Jesus on fire, I'ma need a damn lawyer And a miracle to pull my ass outta this Devil kept poking the parole So I shipped her ass to Mozambique 'Cause I was over it Shoulda dumped my gat into the Verde But what if she's a zombie or a Dracula I better hang onto this Lordy, with my hand upon the bible Swear I shot the damn devil, not a bitch But the popo don't give a shit Lord, won't you show a little mercy I've been on the straight and narrow Since the judge and the warden done parole me Rat poison, devil kept poking So I shipped her ass to Mozambique 'Cause I was over it I lost my head a bit Please, help me out of this Goddamn judge found me guilty of public intoxication Public urination and parole violation But the CSI couldn't find the body to corroborate my bullshit story Sweet Jesus, don't let the judge release me What if she's a zombie or a Dracula, try to believe me Devil walked away from my bangin' trip to Mozambique Help me outta this Help me outta this Help me outta this Help me outta this