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