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Intro: Ruck
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*snoring*
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Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)
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Bring in his chart (the Doctor will see you now)
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How you doin let's see what we have here
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My name is Dr. Killpatient
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and I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic
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Verse One: Rock Ruck
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All I seem to think about is violence
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It doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent
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It's strange I'm not insane or at least I don't think so
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Or am I? You think so Doc, truthfully I don't know
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So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help
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But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self
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So I look deep into the mind of a crook
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Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks
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Aww damn, again goes this shit I
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can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped
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From the thought of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me
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Before I blow my motherfuckin top G
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See that leather sofa over there? Yeah
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Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff
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that have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that
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I think that, we should start with the session Uh-huh
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But before we begin let me ask you a few questions Uh-huh
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Have you been touched the wrong way? Nah
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Involved in gun play Yeah
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The town let me guess acquited like you was O.J. How you know?
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Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit
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Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock Yo I don't smoke doze
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Yes you do Duke I can tell
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Cuz you actin funny, like when blacks get money
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Brummy jazz only married to Jawana
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and instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna
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Just trying to get into your head
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Pardon the way I treat you
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Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you Nah man
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Fuck the mystery Duke tell me your history
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You're pissin me off
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plus the time keep on clippin see
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Chorus:
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I need a doctor to give me some therapy
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I need a doctor to check my, my brain
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Verse Two: Rock, Ruck
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As I think back, to the nineties
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That's when life got extra grimy
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Multiplied with a fleet behind me
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Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a
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Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner
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(Now we're gettin somewhere, yah) It's all becoming clear
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I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here
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That's when I flipped out and became a plane
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that transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his name
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(One of them Decep niggaz) Yup takin dope clothes and then some
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I bend some (did you have any legal source of income?)
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I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago
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They want you to work for them peanuts now
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man you need a shrink if you think I'ma go (huh)
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Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation
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were chilled when I lost my nigga Phil it's been downhill
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ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me
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So I came to you, the Doctor Killpatients for therapy
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Ruck
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Bust the prognosis, better yet Duke have a dosage
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of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent
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I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion
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That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion
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You lose when you fall victim to evil ways
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I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays
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Take two of these and if you have a problem at all
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I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond
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Chorus
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This is my number, yaknowhatI'msayin
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4-9-5-Nevermind-Nevermind
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Chorus
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But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic
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Bootcampian champion
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Chorus
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The undisputed, with theraputic
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Bootcampian champion, R-O-C, therapy
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Chorus: *until fades*
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Therapy
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Heltah Skeltah |