Conditions of My Parole - Puscifer

Sweet baby Jesus on fire

I’ma need a damn lawyer and a miracle

To pull my ass out of this

Devil kept pokin' the bull

So I shipped her ass to Mozambique

Cause I was over it

Should’a dumped my gat into the Verde

But what if she’s a zombie or a Dracula

I better hang on to 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’t you show a little mercy

I’ve been on the straight and narrow

Since the judge and the warden done paroled me

Rat poison devil kept pokin'

So I shipped her ass to Mozambique

Cause I was over it

God damn judge found me guilty of public 'toxication

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

And tried to fuckin eat me

Devil walked away from a banging trip to Mozambique

Help me outta this

Help me outta this

Help me outta this

Help me outta this