Lyrics:
this empty hand of me
Suffer in pain god can drive me insane
Suffer in pain god, just take me away
Kevorkian (Kevorkian)
Kevorkian (you will still
Taste of Schlitz, for anxiousness
My face all guh-loss (gloss) sebaceous cyst
The pack kevorkian, brothel chickens
Porcelain skin
Slap 'em more often
"Dr. Bruce, telephone please, Dr. Bruce, telephone please.."
"Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian.."
"Nurse, somebody's broken into
first you killed an old person
then you went to jail
then you killed another
when you got out on bail
[chorus:]
old people suck, kevorkian rules,
I'm so high I don't even know what label I'm on
I'm messed up, I feel just like an overworked plumber
I'm sick of the crap, what's Jack Kevorkian's
and forth
Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court
"Rap mature! Why can't you be like Macklemore?" (huh?)
"Why you always gotta smack a whore?" (huh?)
It's
is tough
(Call Kevorkian)
You think your life is tough
(Call Kevorkian)
You think you're out of luck
When you're had enough
Need some Xanax,
to look at disgracefulness in the mirrors
Like ten Dr. Kevorkian’s mix with some Jack the Rippers
And seven serial killers eating Hannibal dinners
the gut-wound of simpler times
back in the discos of yore before the archduke François Kevorkian died
it won’t be long now ’til Vincent’s old body - like
stone cold wishing for death everyday?
Eat that shit up!
Freedom from paralysis
Kevorkian Utopia
Dear friend, take my hand
I can guide you
dignity
Doctor Kevorkian, Doctor Death
Doctor Kevorkian, Doctor Death
Clinical observation
Untimely termination
Unlawful act
Everlasting fact
reflection
I'm losing focus like my contacts is broken
It's like Dr. Kevorkian's ripping me open
Nobody's ever gonna try to take what lives in me
Nobody's
take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpe of Jack Kevorkian"
Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin'
A black five wit rims, what you can spot me in
Wanna die, I snatch you like Doc Kevorkian
So turn the beat up
While NARCs got me on sweep up
I'm
a pic and it's makin' me horny (Yeah)
Baby these karats, these are not pointers
Killin' that pussy, I'm Gucci Kevorkian
Ballin' in Fresno like Jerry
shine
Now you are mine
Within his heart there's no reply
These are Kevorkian times
Renderings of what might have been
A certain smell in the attic
A black five wit rims, what you can spot me in
Wanna die, I snatch you like Doc Kevorkian
So turn the beat up
While NARCs got me on sweep up
I'm
bodies in grandma's little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'm still alive!"
Driving a rusty
Kevorkian
Back to my origins
Dope boy academy, valedictorian
Droppin' cash on the whatever store we in
Brand new DeLorean, back to the future
I fuck with
and scorching
My style is awesome
Cracking motherfuckers' skulls like
It's porcelain
Aiyyo, let's save hip hop from Dr kevorkian
Bring it right here
Right back
Kevorkian has arrived to
Perform an autopsy on
You while you scream "I'm still alive!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through
The top of your scalp
And pulling
on promotin' them
I breathe life in the game, they are Kevorkian
They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed
I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time
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
Killer man, atomic B-boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in Sudan
Kevorkian, kervorkian
Got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead from the feds shit
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