Conditions of My Parole (Live)

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Verse 5]
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 [4x]