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
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 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
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 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
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 Please, help me out of this
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 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