My over compressed thoughts and ways make you get live
 You are the patient  and I  your black doctor
 Medical bills  insurance  cash in the ceiling.
 Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever since
 I got my white suit pressed  out the cleaners
 X Ray shades  with hard shoes and some razor blades
 Whos the brother thats sick  and needs the operation?
 Bullets removed from your head, grand central station
 I gotta cut off your ear, first behind your neck
 Rip out the stomach, and open rectums to dissect
 Shine the light, inside, roaches crawling in your throat
 I have no tools, my hammers done, my drill is broked
 Im the doctor,
 You wait on the waiting list,
 Patients been here since this morning I dismiss.
 *scratched* This is Octagon
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 Watching people vomit green, my po-lig is lizard pills
 My office in Berbick, I had the bodies in Beverley Hills.
 Seeking Kimbles and bits, a girl with small tits
 Talking to herself, her dog, and having rabid fits
 Green fly soup in on the way from the kitchen, troop
 Looking at T.B tuberculous on the window post
 Ten dead dogs, a brown fox in the comatose
 With no reps, I put more needles in they kneecaps
 Some primitive screws, and my, yes and perhaps
 A little sprink of chloride in their vocal
 Pecto gizmo, pepsi cola, peke papa
 Mix it all together with bugs, to change the weather,
 You be coughing blue, with eyes like Mr. Magoo
 Straight up cartoon, youre bound to fall out real soon.
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 As you come in the bright, you ride the orange ambulance
 Look at widows and pell see the mental patients dance.
 Doin six and seven, steps ladies yells dance
 Upside downside with walls flyin through the hall/whore
 Mr. Reeves/Mysteries with yellow bees they fly, sting your face
 You out there bumps, caught up with a acne case
 Plastic surgery, your lawyer now refer to me.
 Giving you sketches, exquisive pictures of the gill man.
 Whats the matter, are you happy? Na youre ill man.
 Standin back, you choose a ticket,
 My spiritual laws of vitamins will turn your face wicked
 Youre invited to ride the glide to your homicide.
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