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Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail? |
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Who dat? |
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They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail! |
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Mr. Trouble dem outta jail? |
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They say my man's out on bail |
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They gottem out on bail?! |
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Mr. Trouble! |
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Oh my god Mr. Trouble! |
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Trouble is, his middle name |
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Kicking buckets, that's his game |
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You can't stop him, he's quite insane |
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Al Capone, Mr. Trouble! |
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So out he comes, and down you go |
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Thirty coffins in a row |
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Get out a town, and don't be slow |
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Baby Doc, Mr. Trouble! |
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He's figures big in scary tales |
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Walks on water, sleeps on nails |
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Shoots to kill and never fails |
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Scarface, Mr. Trouble! |
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He's nine feet tall, and six feet wide |
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Fists like mallets, by his side |
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You can run, but you can't hide |
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Hurley nem? Mr. Trouble! |
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Death and murder is his plan |
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He'll wipe you out |
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To the last man |
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You better get out while you can |
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Baby Face, Mr. Trouble! |
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He's got a .45 a .38 |
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Brace knunkles knives and a razor blade |
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He likes his job, he doesn't get paid |
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Joe Rivi! Mr. Trouble! |
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If you don't like knuckles in your face |
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Get out of town, no time to waste |
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You'll disappear without a trace |
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Take care, Mr. Trouble! |
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So when you hear the sirens wail |
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Mr. Trouble he's on your tail |
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Some crack let him out on bail! |
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Judge Dread, Mr. Trouble! |
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Mr. Trouble! |
