Puscifer - Conditions of My Parole lyrics

Sweet baby Jesus on fire I'ma need a damn lawyer and a miracle To pull my a** outta this Devil kept poking the bull So I shipped her a** 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 b**h But the po-po don't give a sh** 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 Red poison devil kept a poking So I shipped her a** 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 the CSI couldn't find the body To corroborate my bullsh** story Sweet Jesus, don't let the judge release me What if she's a zombie or a Dracula And tries to f**in' 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