Bring in the next The is sleeping Bring in his The will see you now
How you doin, let's see we have here My name is Dr. And I'm psychosssssigmathetamasochistic
All I, seem to, think is violence It matter if I'm dead, sober or I'm bent 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 and ask for help But they ain't no help, they go through the same they damn self So I look deep into the mind of a out of nowhere I envision two right hooks
Aw damn, again goes this I Can't get out of cycle, dish one got me whipped the thought of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me Before I my motherfuckin' top G
See that leather sofa over there? Sit with this six pack And a spliff that have your mind while we chit chat I think that, we should with the session But before we let me ask you a few questions
Have you been the wrong way? Involved in gun play The let me guess acquitted like you was O.J. Typical black life you jack knifes a sea biscuit Get an stop fuckin' around wit that crack rock
Yes, you do Duke I can you actin' funny, like when blacks get money Brummy jazz only to Jawana And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a
trying to get into your head, pardon the way I treat you Tell me 'bout your scar, did your momma you Fuck the mystery, tell me your history You're pissin' me off, plus the time on clippin' see
I need a doctor to me some therapy I need a to check my, my brain
As I think back, to the nineties, that's when life got grimy with a fleet behind me, wasn't smart to try me Physical fam gave less a Which added on to eighties anger through my inner
Now we're gettin somewhere, yah, it's all clear I always feared I have to play the rear 'til I was outta That's I flipped out and became a plane That transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his
One of Decep niggaz Yup, takin' clothes and then some, I bend some Did you have any source of income? I said farewell to welfare crazy ago They want you to work for them now Man you a shrink if you think I'ma go
any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation Were chilled when I lost my nigga Phil it's downhill Ever since and nobody helpin' me So I came to you, the Dr. Killpatients for
I need a to give me some therapy I need a doctor to my, my brain
Bust the prognosis, better yet have a dosage Of prescribed poetry that people as potent I've been through your file and I found a conclusion That you destined to be the best in this world of
You lose when you victim to evil ways I know crime pays but the rhyme slays two of these and if you have a problem at all I'm on call four hours to brawl, word is bond
I need a doctor to give me therapy I need a doctor to check my, my
I need a doctor to give me therapy I need a doctor to my, my brain
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