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 Diff No Buts Ands Or Ifs...

Now I Need A Place To Hide Away.

Are You Ready Are You Ready



Whose 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 Peoples

No Sequal Remember Biko



Whose 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