Rehab keeps me from doing time

I threw some Mad Dog
onto my anger, now I'm in jail,
and I ain't no stranger in here,
I know how things work; going to
eat a green bologna sandwich
in the morning, on the way to see the judge;
no grudge but I hope that
I don't get that white red neck judge again.
He don't think that I need rehab, he thinks
I need some serious time in jail,
to break me from the medications
that I been self-medicating with.