Therapy

Bring in the next patient

The patient is sleeping

Bring in his chart

The doctor will see you now

How you doin, let's see what we have here

My name is Dr. Killpatient

And I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic

All I, seem to, think about is violence

It doesn't matter if I'm dead, sober or I'm bent

It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so

Or am I? You think so Doc, truthfully you don't know

So what do I do, I go to my crew and ask for help

But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self

So I look deep into the mind of a crook

Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks

Aw damn, again goes this shit I

Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped

From the thought of a brain bashing, Doctor stop me

Before I blow my motherf**kin' top G

See that leather sofa over there? Sit back with this six pack

And a spliff that have your mind twisted while we chit chat

I think that, we should start with the session

But before we begin let me ask you a few questions

Have you been touched the wrong way? Involved in gun play

The town let me guess acquitted like you was O.J.

Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit

Get specific an stop f**kin' around wit that crack rock

Yes, you do Duke I can tell

'Cuz you actin' funny, like when blacks get money

Brummy jazz only married to Jawana

And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna

Just trying to get into your head, pardon the way I treat you

Tell me 'bout your scar, did your momma beat you

Fuck the mystery, Duke tell me your history

You're pissin' me off, plus the time keep on clippin' see

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my, my brain

As I think back, to the nineties, that's when life got extra grimy

Multiplied with a fleet behind me, wasn't smart to try me

Physical fam gave less than a

Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner

Now we're gettin somewhere, yah, it's all becoming clear

I always feared I have to play the rear 'til I was outta here

That's when I flipped out and became a plane

That transform into a robot Rokk Da Kids was his name

One of them Decep niggaz

Yup, takin' dope clothes and then some, I bend some

Did you have any legal source of income?

I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago

They want you to work for them peanuts now

Man you need a shrink if you think I'ma go

Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation

Were chilled when I lost my nigga Phil it's been downhill

Ever since and ain't nobody helpin' me

So I came to you, the Dr. Killpatients for therapy

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my, my brain

Bust the prognosis, better yet Duke have a dosage

Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent

I've been goin' through your file and I found a conclusion

That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion

You lose when you fall victim to evil ways

I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays

Take two of these and if you have a problem at all

I'm on call twenty four hours to brawl, word is bond

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my, my brain

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my, my brain

I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my, my brain

...