Mr. Trouble

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