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Published on Nov 1, 2011
Conditions of My Parole by Puscifer
Sweet baby Jesus on fire I'ma need a damn lawyer and a miracle to pull My ass outta this Devil kept poking the bull, so I shipped her ass to Mozambique Cuz 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
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Lordy, won't you show a little mercy I've been on the straight and narrow since the judge had my warden done Parole me Red poison, devil kept pokin' so I shipped her ass to Mozambique Cuz I was over it
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 And tries to fuckin' eat me? Devil walked away from a bangin' trip to Mozambique