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!