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      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 you 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      Aw 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? Sit back with this six pack   And a spliff that have your mind twisted while we chit chat   I think that, we should start with the session   But before we begin let me ask you a few questions      Have you been touched the wrong way? Involved in gun play   The town let me guess acquitted like you was O.J.   Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit   Get specific an stop fuckin' around wit that crack rock      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   Fuck the mystery, Duke tell me your history   You're pissin' me off, plus the time keep on clippin' see      I need a doctor to give me some therapy   I need a doctor to check my, my brain      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      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 Dr. Killpatients for therapy      I need a doctor to give me some therapy   I need a doctor to check my, my brain      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      I need a doctor to give me some therapy   I need a doctor to check my, my brain      I need a doctor to give me some therapy   I need a doctor to check my, my brain      I need a doctor to give me some therapy   I need a doctor to check my, my brain   ...