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Sucker punch you in the face
Lose your breath at the gates
Choke you with a shoelace
A motherfuckin' arms race
Doctor says I'm dead
Doctor, doctor says I'm dead
Doctor, doctor says I'm dead
Doctor, doctor says I'm dead

Chillin' in the back
Guns out, ready to attack
Sleepin' on my issues
Ran out of tissues
Fuckers say it's dope
But they don't even know
The sick acid trip
Plotting on this dick
Blood on the ceiling indicates a murder
Killing's a feeling, soldier

Write me a prescription
It's my own addiction
When Villain's not around
$hroomie hits the ground
Followed by the pound sign
Dial up, Devil's on the line
Boy you must think I'm fucked
If you think I'm unoriginal
I see you swallowing blunts
While you cum on your pillow
Fake Poon Squad lookin' ass bitch
Blitzkrieg Bee Bop, cryin' on your tits
Boy looking like Jabba The Hutt
You kids hit the spice
Doctor said I'm ill
Doctor, doctor said I'm trill, cunt