Therapy

Heltah Skeltah

Intro: Ruck



*snoring*

Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)

Bring in his chart (the Doctor will see you now)

How you doin let's see what we have here

My name is Dr. Killpatient

and I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic



Verse One: Rock Ruck



All I seem to think about is violence

It doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent

It's strange I'm not insane or at least I don't think so

Or am I? You think so Doc, truthfully I don't know

So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help

But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self

So I look deep into the mind of a crook

Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks

Aww damn, again goes this shit I

can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped

From the thought of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me

Before I blow my motherfuckin top G



See that leather sofa over there? Yeah

Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff

that have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that

I think that, we should start with the session Uh-huh

But before we begin let me ask you a few questions Uh-huh

Have you been touched the wrong way? Nah

Involved in gun play Yeah

The town let me guess acquited like you was O.J. How you know?

Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit

Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock Yo I don't smoke doze

Yes you do Duke I can tell

Cuz you actin funny, like when blacks get money



Brummy jazz only married to Jawana

and instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna



Just trying to get into your head

Pardon the way I treat you

Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you Nah man

Fuck the mystery Duke tell me your history

You're pissin me off

plus the time keep on clippin see



Chorus:



I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my, my brain