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
