Conditions Of My Parole

Sweet baby Jesus on fire
Ima need a [bad word] lawyer and a miracle
to pull my [bad word] out of this
Devil kept pokin' the bull
So I shipped her [bad word] 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 on to this
Lordy with my hand upon the Bible
Swear I shot the [bad word] devil, not a [bad word] But the po po don't give a [bad word] 
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 [bad word] to Mozambique
Cause I was over it

God [bad word] judge found me guilty of public 'toxication
Public urination and parole violation
But the CSI couldn't find the body
to corroborate my [bad word] story

Sweet Jesus, don't let the judge release me
What if she's a zombie or a dracula
and tried to [bad word] eat me
Devil walked away from a plane and jumped to Mozambique
Help me outta this [4x]