Bring in the patient The is sleeping Bring in his The doctor see you now
How you doin, see what we have here My is Dr. Killpatient And I'm your
All I, to, think about is violence It doesn't matter if I'm dead, sober or I'm strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so Or am I? You think so Doc, you don't know
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 hooks
Aw damn, again goes shit I Can't get out of this cycle, one got me whipped From the thought of a bashing, Doctor stop me Before I blow my top G
See that leather over there? Sit back with this six pack And a spliff that your mind twisted while we chit chat I that, we should start with the session But we begin let me ask you a few questions
Have you been touched the way? Involved in gun play The let me guess acquitted like you was O.J. Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea Get specific an fuckin' around wit that crack rock
Yes, you do Duke I can you actin' funny, like when blacks get money Brummy jazz married to Jawana And instead of helping you're me heated like a sauna
Just trying to get into your head, the way I treat you Tell me 'bout your scar, did momma beat you Fuck the mystery, Duke 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 to check my, my brain
As I think back, to the nineties, that's when got extra grimy Multiplied a fleet behind me, wasn't smart to try me Physical fam gave than a Which added on to eighties anger through my inner
Now we're gettin somewhere, yah, it's all becoming I always feared I have to play the 'til I was outta here That's I flipped out and became a plane transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his name
One of them Decep Yup, takin' dope and then some, I bend some Did you any legal source of income? I said to welfare crazy long ago They you to work for them peanuts now Man you need a shrink if you think go
Then any thoughts and hopes of Were chilled when I lost my Phil it's been downhill Ever since and ain't nobody me So I came to you, the Dr. Killpatients for
I a doctor to give me some therapy I a doctor to check my, my brain
the prognosis, better yet Duke have a dosage Of poetry that people perceive as potent been goin' through your file and I found a conclusion That you to be the best in this world of confusion
You lose when you fall victim to ways I know crime but the rhyme slays nowadays Take two of these and if you a problem at all I'm on call four hours to brawl, word is bond
I a doctor to give me some therapy I need a to check my, my brain
I need a doctor to give me therapy I a doctor to check my, my brain
I need a doctor to give me therapy I need a to check my, my brain ...