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 sequel 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 thirty three degrees
Bringing Satan down to his knees

Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned

"Kevorkian" as written by Gary Rinaldo Carlton Ridenhour


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