Kevorkian

Start a war on the poor gettin' mad donations

Takin' cheese out of poor nations

Got Haitians still on sugar plantations

Wiped 'em out called it exotic vacations

As you dig it they set up regulations

Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients

What's the difference no buts ands or ifs

Now I need a place to hide away

Are you ready, are you ready?

Who's the real docs of death

Oh no, it's doctor death

Killer man atomic B-Boys in Japan

Another brother dies up in Sudan

Kevorkian got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em

Dead from the feds shit man

Contaminated in sad predicaments

Blood threats, blastin' continents

Kings, queens dead presidents

Can't tell me where my chiza went

Take 'em down blow the house down blaw

The evils got you wobblin' like weebles

Thinking you equal, killin' lost people's

No sequel remember Biko

Who's the real docs of death

Oh no, it's doctor death

Whose the real docs of death

Killin' millions 'til they're last breath

Got no right to be dead ass wrong

Killin' me softly with your songs

Bring the noise but surrounded by cowboys

Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new ditches

Can you dig it turnin' tricks at the tip of politics?

The devils slick, gettin' their head split

I spit at those hypocrites

So, I sticks to the music

Think about it it's God

You better get with the scene

Keep you and I from being human beings

You deserve what you deserve

If you believe what he believes

And into everything you leave

Oh what a tangled web you weave

When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees

Bringing Satan down to his knees