You've got to tell the doctor to believe me
He'll make it real
He'll make it real
He'll make it real
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You've got to tell the doctor to believe me
He'll give it form
He'll give it form
He'll give it form
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
He gets good medicine from the gears
Good medicine from the gears
Good medicine from the gears
No, no, no, no, no, no
You've got to tell the pusher to believe me
He'll make it easy
Make it easy
Make it easy
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You've got to tell street dealer to amaze me
He's got a gun
He's got a gun
He's got a gun
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun
He brings bad medicine from the back
Bad medicine from the back
The back of the class!
Bad medicine from the back
No, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, alright
You've got to quench it to ignite
I sing, no, no doubt
You've got to fuel it to put it out
C'mon
Yeah, alright
You've got to quench it to ignite
I sing, no, no doubt
Ooh
Meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow
Oo-oo-ooh
You've got to tell the preacher to forgive me
Fuck!
Don't want to boing
Don't want to boing
Don't want to boing
Boing, boing, boing, boing
Boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing
You've got to tell the preacher to forgive me
I said
He'll make me bleed
He'll make me bleed
He'll make me bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
He cooks Christ's medicine in his cock
Keeps Christ's medicine in his cock
Christ's medicine in his cock
Burn, burn
Doctor, doctor