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 lying 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 If you don't 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 squirt 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 bad monkey stepped inside All you motherfuckers get up on your [unknown] toes And quit 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! 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!
Read the complete lyrics to "The Criminal Inside Me" by R.L. Burnside from the album "A Ass Pocket of Whiskey" in 1996. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under R&B, Blues.
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