The Criminal Inside Me Lyrics
Mama, mama
I want some milk
Yeah!
Back years ago
In the month of June
When all those animals got together
And had that party down at the house of brother 'Coon
Now the little Monkey
He was most delighted
He was a hot mother ’cause he wasn’t invited
Well late that night, he looked at his watch
I got half past nine
I know god damn well it’s party time
Looked up over his door
Got that long .44
Started walkin’ down the street
Whilst walking down the street, he was walking slow
He kicks an Elephant's ass and leaves him dead on the road
Then he went on down to this building
Where they were having this party at
And he made a loud knock on the door
Say you mammy fuckers
Get down drinkin' that goddamn Bacardi at
You better give me some of that shits or I’ll break up the mother fucking party
Said, "I got an ass pocket of whiskey and a front pocket of gin
If you don’t open this door I’ll kick the mother fucker in."
That’s when the Lion jumped up, you know
Said, "listen to that little square out there talkin’ shit
It couldn’t mean a thing."
"Can’t bullshit the public, know damn well I’m the King."
But they opened the door and opened it wide
Little mad monkey stepped inside
All you motherfuckers get up on your [unknown] toes
Quite your clowning ’cause you know you’re wrong
Those the Queen of Diamonds on the table and Four of Diamonds on the floor
And cut the lights out with his .44
By that time one them pimps got the light
He jumped up on the counter and throw back his vest
And said every mother fucker in here is under arrest
He’s the Police you know
He was the main man you know
JS:Woah!
RL:Yeah!
JS:Woah!
RL:Hey!
JS:Woah!
RL:Yeah!
Wooooo!
JS:Well, well, well!
RL:Yeah!
JS:Hey RL
RL Burnside
RL:Talk to me now!
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JS:RL.?
RL:Huh?
JS:RL Listen man
I’m a little, wait a second, I’m a little short of money right now and I was wondering, RL, RL you got forty nickels
RL:How many?
JS:I need forty nickels for a bag of potato chips, c’mon man
RL:You don’t get out of my face quick I’m gonna kick yo ass you son of a bitch!
JS:Ow!
JS:Ow!
RL:Yeah!
JS:Oww!
RL:Yeah!
RL:I’ll tell you what!
JS:C’mon, I need forty nickels
I’m not talking about the big bag of potato chips
RL:I’ll tell you what if you don’t get out of here and make it fast I’m gonna put my foot right in your ass!
JS:Oww!
RL:Yeah!
JS:Oww!
RL:Yeah!
JS:Oww!
RL:Hey!
RL:Well!
JS:Hey!
