Known from the Jail | final version

I sit in lion's lair, wash my paws mean
My Cadillac's made, my throne's clean
The juice is ready prepared by sweet kid
He gave me snouts, LM lights, that's it

The big rain is fallin' behind the bars
The guy from the left bed went mad with scars
Wanted to tatoo his pissello nice
Stead of a needle he used scissors twice

From tattoed anchor blood went on the floor
He can't be beast that guy any more
He shouted, fainted, went to sleep in vain
His black eye frightens the mouthpiece again

Dough hid in the nest, screw searchin' now
All wolves and prossos choosin' up somehow
Started in orphanage and now in jail quick
Better not know the guy, CU in the nick