introducing doctor bitch, by twisted bean
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feeling accomplished just like osama
when the world trade became a gonna
just like yo dad the first time he fucked yo mamma
like a god damn wolf in grandma's pajamas
like prince fucking charming in shining armor
it may sound alarming but
ur gonna wanna know, in case u didnt bro
i got the sickest flow
from head to toe i glow u
dont need to see for me to show a damn thing
dont gotta feel the heat to know i got the hottest bling
im the hottest thing to roll in since sin
badder than the devil
i'll fuck u up like bootleg gin
u think its over but i didnt even begin
the beat drops
now all the bullshit stops
got the bartender telling me to take a walk
but fuck that guy ima take another shot
he called the cops
but im not afraid of getting shot
im a small girl and fat pigs think im fucking hot
ill get their nuts off
its better than getting caught
and locked up for carrying an ounce of pot
got people hatin on me when they say that they not
but i dont give a shit i dont even know who they are
maybe met em once but ill be damned if i plum forgot
been too busy poking at corpses with this iron rod
wearin nothin but a cheetah print thong
and a bra
gettin drunk as fuck on an island
in bermuda
fuckin magically creating bombs
just like bush when he framed saddam
i got it goin on
gonna set off your car alarm !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lock away ur kids cuz theyll only come to harm
better say your prayers if you hear em quote my songs
theyll never be the same they wont recognize their own mom
i dont give a fuck who u blame
the situations unchanged
when im through your whole existence will be rearranged
you wont be able to tell if ur alive or insane
ull think ur in hell and u wont remember ur name
your hopes and dreams will be poured down the drain
into the sewage filled with mushed guts and blood and
brains
of all my projects gone bad and left out in the rain
to get in the air into your lungs into the dna in your
veins
appollo's chariot is the sun and im holdin the reins
cause all gods are dead
all that's real is being high and in pain
the truth is plain to see
u wanna be me but u dont know how to be
u know how to look but not to see
u know how to live but u dont know how to feel
u know the cards u want but u dont know how to deal
u know whats right but u dont know whats real
u know how to fight but u dont know how to steal
u think that enlightenment is pase and surreal
u think ur brave but the second u get scared u squeal
u run for the hills then u bend over and keel
u cry and u hide but soon time will reveal
your ultimate and genuine lack of appeal
so let me keep it real simple
i am proactive and u are the pimple
u are a blemish and so you must shrivel
like a raisin in the sun
for everyone to watch and make fun
because humanity is just like a loaded gun
if we havent seen mass death
the party hasnt really begun |
Posted: 2010-04-19 00:30:35 UTC |
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