Waiting List Lyrics - Dr Octagon

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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
Who's the brother that's 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 rectum's to dissect
Shine the light inside roaches crawling in your throat
I have no tools my hammer's done my drill is broked

I'm 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 burbank i had the bodies in beverly 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 sprinkle of clorox in their vocal box
Some pepto-bismol pepsi-cola pack of pop rocks
Mix it all together with bugs to change the weather
You be coughing blue with eyes like mr. magoo
Straight up cartoon you're 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
What's the matter are you happy? na you're ill man
Standin? back you choose a ticket
My spiritual laws of vitamins will turn your face wicked
You're invited to ride the glide to your homicide

(chorus)

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