Dr Octagon - Waiting List Lyrics
You enter, step in the room, four, fiveMy over compressed thoughts and ways make you get liveYou are the patient, and i, your black doctor,Medical bills, insurance, cash in the ceiling.Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever sinceI got my white suit pressed, out the cleaners,X-ray shades, with hard shoes and some razor bladesWhos the brother thats sick, and needs the operation?Bullets removed from your head, grand central stationI gotta cut off your ear, first behind your neckRip out the stomach, and open rectums to dissectShine the light, inside, roaches crawling in your throatI have no tools, my hammers done, my drill is brokedIm 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 pillsMy office in berbick, I had the bodies in beverley hills.Seeking kimbles and bits, a girl with small titsTalking to herself, her dog, and having rabid fitsGreen fly soup in on the way from the kitchen, troopLooking at t.b tuberculous on the window postTen dead dogs, a brown fox in the comatoseWith no reps, I put more needles in they kneecapsSome primitive screws, and my, yes and perhapsA little sprinkle of clorox, in their vocal boxSome pepto-bismol, pepsi-cola, pack of pop rocksMix it all together with bugs, to change the weather,You be coughing blue, with eyes like mr. magooStraight up cartoon, youre bound to fall out real soon.(chorus)As you come in the bright, you ride the orange ambulanceLook at widows and pell see the mental patients danceDoin six and seven, steps ladies yells danceUpside downside with walls flyin? through the hall/whoreMr. reeves/mysteries with yellow bees they fly, sting your faceYou out there bumps, caught up with a acne casePlastic surgery, your lawyer now refer to meGiving you sketches, exquisive pictures of the gill manWhats the matter, are you happy? na youre ill manStandin? back, you choose a ticket,My spiritual laws of vitamins will turn your face wickedYoure invited to ride the glide to your homicide(chorus)
