Conditions of My Parole (Sir Mix-A-Lot Fubar Remix)

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 bitch,
But the popo don't give a shit

Lordy, won't you show a little mercy,
I've been on the straight and narrow since the judge and the warden done parole'd me
Rat poison, devil kept poking, so I shipped her ass to Mozambique
'Cause I was over it

I lost my head a bit
Please get me outta this

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 f***ing eat me?
Devil walked away from a bangin' trip to Mozambique

Help me outta this (x4)