Conditions of My Parole Puscifer

[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]
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 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

[Bridge]
I lost my head a bit
Please help me out of this