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Conditions of My Parole lyrics
Sweet baby Jesus on fire, I'ma need a damn lawyer
And a miracle to pull my ass outta this
Devil kept on pokin' the bull
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 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 pokin'
So I shipped her ass to Mozambique 'cause I was over it
I lost my head a bit, please help me outta this
Goddamn 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, help me outta this
Help me outta this, help me outta this
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Conditions of My Parole Disc 2
- 2 The Rapture
- 4 The Weaver
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- Track 9 on All Re-Mixed Up
- 8 The Rapture
- 10 The Weaver
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