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Waiting List Lyrics

Artist: Dr. Octagon
Album: Dr. Octagonecologyst

You enter step in the room four five
My over compressed thoughts and ways make you get live
You are the patient and I your black doctor
Medical bills insurance cash in the ceiling.
Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever since
I got my white suit pressed out the cleaners
X Ray shades with hard shoes and some razor blades
Whos the brother thats sick and needs the operation?
Bullets removed from your head, grand central station
I gotta cut off your ear, first behind your neck
Rip out the stomach, and open rectums to dissect
Shine the light, inside, roaches crawling in your throat
I have no tools, my hammers done, my drill is broked
Im the doctor,
You wait on the waiting list,
Patients been here since this morning I dismiss.
*scratched* This is Octagon
(repeat twice.)
Watching people vomit green, my po-lig is lizard pills
My office in Berbick, I had the bodies in Beverley Hills.
Seeking Kimbles and bits, a girl with small tits
Talking to herself, her dog, and having rabid fits
Green fly soup in on the way from the kitchen, troop
Looking at T.B tuberculous on the window post
Ten dead dogs, a brown fox in the comatose
With no reps, I put more needles in they kneecaps
Some primitive screws, and my, yes and perhaps
A little sprink of chloride in their vocal
Pecto gizmo, pepsi cola, peke papa
Mix it all together with bugs, to change the weather,
You be coughing blue, with eyes like Mr. Magoo
Straight up cartoon, youre bound to fall out real soon.
(Chorus)
As you come in the bright, you ride the orange ambulance
Look at widows and pell see the mental patients dance.
Doin six and seven, steps ladies yells dance
Upside downside with walls flyin through the hall/whore
Mr. Reeves/Mysteries with yellow bees they fly, sting your face
You out there bumps, caught up with a acne case
Plastic surgery, your lawyer now refer to me.
Giving you sketches, exquisive pictures of the gill man.
Whats the matter, are you happy? Na youre ill man.
Standin back, you choose a ticket,
My spiritual laws of vitamins will turn your face wicked
Youre invited to ride the glide to your homicide.
(Chorus)

Comments/Interpretations

by none on 2/2/2009 12:45am
second verse;
line 10: a little streak of chlorox in their vocal box

line 11: pepto bismo(l), pepsi cola, pack of pop rocks

by none on 7/26/2009 7:33pm
my office in Burbank, I hide the bodies in Beverley Hills.

by Matty on 4/16/2010 5:33am
Line 13: I don't have tools, my hammers dull, my drill is broke.

by @Dr_0cTag0N (unofficial Twitter) on 3/7/2011 7:00pm
"Watching people vomit green. My opponent, my Llizard pills...

My office in Burbank, I hide the bodies in Beverley Hills."

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