Waiting List

Dr. Octagon

You enter step in the room four five



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



(repeat twice.)



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.



(Chorus)



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 wi