Conditions of My Parole (Sir Mix-a-Lot FUBaR Remix) lyrics
by Sir Mix-a-Lot
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
'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*tch
But the po-po don’t give a sh*t
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 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 the CSI couldn’t find the body
To corroborate my bullsh*t story
Sweet Jesus, don’t let the judge release me
What if she’s a zombie or a Dracula
And tries to f*ckin' 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