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!