me the right doctor I'm sick of being used as an experiment The doctor is a butcher He'll give you some medicine just to suit you The doctor is a butcher
beautiful pill dust in my palm Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle Never knew I could remind me so much of my mama I cut you like Dahmer, pull a butcher
Tech nigga, Godzilla and Mothra Try and stop the Regime killaz will cost ya Pop the glock to get the message across ya You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor
Sing C'est La Vie And soon you will see Your cares will be free Just sing C'est La Vie I once knew a man Who owned a butcher shop He also had apartments
a problem called my ego Dizzle-dazzle, razzle, trash all Yep, any stupid brain Rhymes lobotomize, down to smaller size A fool can play the game Sort of butcher
sparks zappin' out your face I was hidden, dear, I was hidin' all away I was not there, dear, I was hidin' all away Well, you went and asked the doctor
in on a cart Lying dormant not dead Hospital of immortality Butcher their patients bloody red Taken to a dark room Fear of impending doom The doctor
expose your brain Evil doctor death drove him insane Ripping, tearing your skin turning red Vile surgeon, knife cutting in Skull cracking, to expose your brain Evil doctor
it's me oh Lord a standing in the need of prayer Oh well it's not my doctor and it's not my lawyer it's just me Lord (it's me oh Lord) And it's not my butcher
was cold, it was starting to rain And then I heard a piercing scream And I rushed to the scene of the crime But all I found was the butchered remains
remember mommy And daddy carrying me in this old quilt That Mommy had made out of overhalls The knots kept getting bigger and bigger And she took me to the doctor
up if you wanna get paid What's your option? Cold corruption or starvation Buckets for bullet wounds There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers
my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too, If I'd broken both my legs, where
was cold it was starting to rain And then I heard a piercing scream And I rushed to the scene of the crime But all I found was the butchered remains
rum, red rum come and get some Hey mad niggaz hung by their tongues when I sung Play a game, press your luck, punk I don't give a fuck If the butcher
Slaughtered by the hands of a butcher The hands of the butcher were the hands of a "Doctor" and And these are the golden days that you want to bring back
pick a bitch Its my land I take a shit anywere, skat and piss Lazereth king of the the snapback habitat Flashback..flash bangs leave you f-cken trapped Leave you face swoll leave a cabbage pach punching bag Doctor