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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 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. 
(Chorus)

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