Dr. Octagon - Waiting List Lyrics

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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.)

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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.

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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

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