Ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this sick shit
I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar
What can i do about your pain, i am not a doctor
To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
Its no days off, although i'm bored to work
Doctor why does feelin like an outcast hurt?
And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick
Doctor: alright but make it quick
My shirt, purple label my shirt
You were just what the doctor ordered
Get rid of you bitch, i haven't even taken it to the limits
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer
But now vice versa story changed he became a rapper, doctor,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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