Conditions Of My Parole
Puscifer
Sweet baby Jesus on fire
Ima need a damn lawyer and a miracle
To pull my ass outta this
Devil kept on poking the bull, so I shipped her ass to Mozambique
'Cuz 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 po-po don't give a shit
Lordy, won'tcha show a little mercy
I've been on the straight and narrow
Since the judge and the warden done parole me
Red poison devil kept a poking
So I shipped her ass to Mozambique
Cuz I was over it. Lost my head a bit
Please help me outta this
Goddam judge found me guilty of public toxication
Public urination and parole violation
But CSI just 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
And tries to effin eat me?
Devil walked away from a bangin trip to Mozambique.
Help me outta this
