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