Bring in the next The is sleeping in his chart The doctor see you now
How you doin, let's see what we here My is Dr. Killpatient And I'm your
All I, seem to, think is violence It doesn't if I'm dead, sober or I'm bent strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so Or am I? You think so Doc, truthfully you know
So what do I do, I go to my and ask for help But they ain't no help, go through the same shit they damn self So I look deep into the of a crook Then out of nowhere I two right hooks
Aw damn, again goes this I get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped From the of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me I blow my motherfuckin' top G
See leather sofa over there? Sit back with this six pack And a spliff that have your twisted while we chit chat I think that, we start with the session But we begin let me ask you a few questions
Have you been touched the wrong Involved in gun play The town let me guess acquitted you was O.J. Typical life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit Get specific an fuckin' around wit that crack rock
Yes, you do I can tell 'Cuz you actin' funny, like when blacks get Brummy jazz married to Jawana And instead of you're getting me heated like a sauna
Just trying to get into your head, pardon the way I you me 'bout your scar, did your momma beat you Fuck the mystery, Duke tell me your You're pissin' me off, plus the time on clippin' see
I need a doctor to give me therapy I need a to check my, my brain
As I think back, to the nineties, that's when life got extra with a fleet behind me, wasn't smart to try me Physical fam less than a Which added on to eighties anger through my inner
Now we're somewhere, yah, it's all becoming clear I always I have to play the rear 'til I was outta here when I flipped out and became a plane That transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his
One of them Decep Yup, takin' dope and then some, I bend some Did you have any source of income? I said farewell to welfare long ago want you to work for them peanuts now Man you need a shrink if you I'ma go
Then any and hopes of rehabilitation Were chilled when I lost my nigga Phil been downhill Ever and ain't nobody helpin' me So I to you, the Dr. Killpatients for therapy
I need a doctor to give me therapy I need a doctor to my, my brain
Bust the prognosis, better yet Duke have a Of prescribed poetry people perceive as potent I've been goin' through file and I found a conclusion That you destined to be the best in this world of
You lose you fall victim to evil ways I crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays two of these and if you have a problem at all I'm on call twenty four to brawl, word is bond
I need a doctor to me some therapy I need a to check my, my brain
I need a doctor to give me some I need a to check my, my brain
I need a to give me some therapy I need a to check my, my brain ...