Intro: Ruck



*snoring*

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



Verse One: Rock Ruck



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 I 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

Aww 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 motherfuckin top G



See that leather sofa over there? Yeah

Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff

that have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that

I think that, we should start with the session Uh-huh

But before we begin let me ask you a few questions Uh-huh

Have you been touched the wrong way? Nah

Involved in gun play Yeah

The town let me guess acquited like you was O.J. How you know?

Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit

Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock Yo I don't smoke doze

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 Nah man

Fuck the mystery Duke tell me your history

You're pissin me off

plus the time keep on clippin see



Chorus:



I need a doctor to give me some therapy

I need a doctor to check my, my brain



Verse Two: Rock, Ruck



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 (huh)

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 Doctor Killpatients for therapy



Chorus



Verse Three: Ruck



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



Chorus



This is my number, yaknowhatI'msayin

4-9-5-Nevermind-Nevermind



Chorus



But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic

Bootcampian champion



Chorus



The undisputed, with theraputic

Bootcampian champion, R-O-C, therapy



Chorus: *until fades