This is not my lawyer
That's not my jury
I'm not subject to the laws
You put on me
I feel like Hannibal Lecter
When they strap me to a chair
They got tasers
I can't go nowhere
Kidnapped by the government
And been brought here subdued
Forcitated to stand trial for crimes
I didn't do
Show the jury videos
Cars, cash and DNA
It's all fraudulent
You know that I've been framed
Whatever evidence you bring
It's all hearsay and rumor
I object to everything
Past, present and future
In line at Village Discount
Thirty dollars in my hand
Buying the disguise
For the next heist
That I had planned
All the numbered bills
In my safety deposit box
All this proves
Is that I've got bad luck