rum, red rum come and get some Hey mad niggaz hung by their tongues when I sung Play a game, press your luck, punk I don't give a fuck If the butcher
Slaughtered by the hands of a butcher The hands of the butcher were the hands of a "Doctor" and And these are the golden days that you want to bring back
pick a bitch Its my land I take a shit anywere, skat and piss Lazereth king of the the snapback habitat Flashback..flash bangs leave you f-cken trapped Leave you face swoll leave a cabbage pach punching bag Doctor
No identity established for a body to be butchered. The coroner will slice anyway the healthy body won't wake up. Trading pieces among internal doctors
Well, she go to see the baker when she wants a cake She go to see the butcher when she wants a steak She go to see the doctor when she's got a cold She
fool play the calf And you?ll always have the last laugh Wear the cap and the bells And you?ll rate with all the best swells If you become a doctor, folks
self-execution, no-solution I?m a potato and I?m so hip Teenage hoodlums stand in line Donate blood to pay for crime Butchers steal doctor?s tools Sow
I am obnoxious Surgeon of the dead Demented doctor Forensic eminence Postmortem raptor Plunder in the tombs With nauseous intentions Dead bodies I exhume
and horror as the seed takes root and grows But the law now claims her body, the doctor's door is closed She goes back to another alley to a leering butcher
Naturally I heard the doctor say Cut the cord and give the child away So you had him over for dinner Carving beans with a butcher knife I'm back to normal
Act the fool, play the calf And you'll always have the last laugh Wear the cap and the bells And you'll rate all the great swells If you become a doctor
own ruin A sacrifice to pleasure. The doctors with their blood red hands Who love their money more than man, With greed their god they lay their plans The butchers
calf, And you'll always have the last laugh. Wear the cap and the bells And you'll rate with all the great swells If you become a doctor, folks'll face
that Geiger Counter song, You'll tick, tick all day long. Half chorus: Like the butcher and the baker ticks, Like the candlestick maker ticks, Like the doctor
coming believe it Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you receive it Brainwashing has officially begun Kid you'll peep a psycho holding a butcher
my order score the chicken dark nowadays Even believing in retrieving in my own chicks It's, no need to be rude (shit) I let the butcher chop it up and
In the field the bodies are tied To the their crosses hair hanging down The blood is rolling down their Arms to the waiting dogs Bad ~ bad ~ bad Doctors
-one, two, three, four, all right I took my baby to a party last night, ah-hah-hah She was so beautiful, she made me uptight, ah-hah-hah Up came a butcher