Mr Trouble lyrics

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!
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