Текст песни Conditions of My Parole - Puscifer

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