Alabama 3 - Hypo Full of Love (The 12-Step Plan) lyrics

Larry: Brothers and sisters I have a confession to make this evening. I been a fool, I been hanging out on street corners with who*es and junkies - living mah life low. But lately a little bit of light has come into mah life and that light be the light of love; D. W.A.Y.N.E. LOVE nand he be a man with a 12-step plan and he gonna show youhow to do it Step One You admit you are powerless under me Step Two You figure that's just gotta be jelly cos jam just don't shake like that Step Three Make a searching inventory of all your good sh** Step Four Inventory taken, you hand all that good sh** over to me Step Five Having divined I am the real thing you get down on your knees Step Six ....and humbly ask me to remove your underthings Step Seven And make ready for me to do mah thing Step Eight Naked now you're ready to understand mah kind of lovin' Step Nine Lovin men ,lovin women ,lovin all God's creatures Step Ten And in turn you're divestments having been completed Step Eleven Ah get turned on by you, and in turn being turned on by you Step Twelve I know you're ready to become a disci disciple, a lonely little reverend Making his way day by day, in the congregation Hustling a dollar here, a dollar there, selling pictures of The King To bring back to the coffers of the all powerful all holy Reverend Doctor D.W.A.Y.N.E Love first Reverend of The First Presleytarian Church Of Elvis The Divine If you see me standing on the corner, money in mah hand I ain't waiting for no taxi honey, I'm waiting for mah man He ain't selling h**n, he ain't selling crack c**aine He got enough of that stuff gonna me you up to A higher plane Shoot me up In the mainline Shoot me up You know I feel fine Shoot me up Every damn day With a hypo full of love With a hypo full of love Shoot me up Deep down inside Shoot me up You know you can't hide Shoot me taxi honey, I'm waiting for mah man He ain't selling h**n, he ain't selling crack c**aine He got enough of that stuff gonna move 33 minutes down till you lose the misery Hey baby theres no need to go under, just ring D.Wayne's number up and you be feeling free D.Wayne is on the mainline, tell him what you want Just call him up and tell him what you want If your sick and you wanna get well, tell him what you want Just call him up and tell him what you want From brother D. Wayne With a hypo full of love An a hypo full of love Your monkey's messing with bad medicine He be down with the Jones Sweating, Shaking, bodies aching Badly feel the fever in your bones T-t-t-tripping out you starta count