Kevorkian

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 difference no buts ands or ifs



Now I need a place to hide away



Are you ready, are you ready?



Who's 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 people's



No sequel remember Biko



Who's 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 33 degrees



Bringing Satan down to his knees