Puscifer 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
Lost my head a bit
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?
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
