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payday monsanto – tell your doctor lyrics

“we all want to retain our personalities, in some idyllic afterlife. we all pray for some miracle, some drug, potion, pill…perhaps though, it takes something else. perhaps it takes desire, an obsessive desire.”+

(psssttt)
aye yo, make sure you tell your good ‘ol family doctor, down at the local jefferson monopoly, you want this new drug. illtrax. eat it, you’re gonna need it…
yea, yeah…yo, i’m not the best, and i don’t aim to top the rest, i just dropped a mess, with speed, procced with propеr blessed. don’t profess no sicknеss in this game, i confess, f+ck the fame, my name’s synonymous with aqua+breath. aqua+lung, not the one easily shocked & stunned, complicated like surgery done by dr. chung. (dummy) still on the streets, no bummy, no money, thank god i can come and bless this beat, yo money. nose runny, i appreciate the music that alleviate my soul, hope i maintain control, never deviate (never deviate) from my goal, of global domination through force, similar to the wolfowitz doctrine in action. what you need? i got seeds at a fraction of the price, it’s nice, guaranteed satisfaction. i prescribe medicine to heal your blues. are ‘ya shy? well i got a pill for you, tell your doctor…

i was just readin’ ’bout a little tablet, the television said it’s magic…
(tell your doctor)
that’s just how i would love to be. can you prescribe that drug to me?
(tell your doctor)
i’m numb from the pain, and it hurts, i want the blueberries, doc. the peach ones won’t work…
(tell your doctor)
these perc’s are worth 5 duckets apiece, i’m tryin’ to pay my rent on time this week…

[lewka peel]
take, yea…
my doc gots lots of shots, and capsules, with crock+pot hot capital. cat’ll ask you “get a hitta that?”, “sip a sippa that?” blow+back joe’s on prozac, give him daps. i’m too good, you should get insulin, too legit to quit, since this ritalin. abusive, ’cause your cousin used to dream, but i was proof of the scheme, too let to even fiend. side+effects will cause a wider+mess, pill jaws, k!lled y’all, no timers left. percocets, burnin’ sweats, in pain, nervous wrecks, that put tourniquets in stand strain, don’t stress the man. mane, i go off, zoloft it up, yep throwed off. my d+ck’s levitra, he leads the meter, doc spock & them, gave oxycontin. i didn’t mean to be the stimulant, diagnosed wrong, tell your doctor, you need to hardball on jawns, like teleprompter. my speech, speaks xanax, plan next, depressed the man pepcid, sh+t’s hitting zantac, stand that. the sheep stir, arguin’ with me, even when sh+t’s cheaper at the pharmacy. pardon me, i sicken the symptom, addicted kids, fishin’ ’em, yeah come and get some…

i was just readin’ ’bout a little tablet, the television said it’s magic…
(tell your doctor)
that’s just how i would love to be. can you prescribe that drug to me?

my style’s clinically proven to treat depression. oh! i can cure that sh+t, but look how much more i get, if i keep ‘ya stressin’. see, i was given intellectual property rights, which means i can patent, and own some plant life. nature has given us the cure for cancer, but we own it, and we keepin’ it, ’cause we cheaper than george costanza. how could you not adore this new method i’m using, i create a problem, get a reaction, and offer the solution. tell a friend, ’cause i’m eager to get ‘ya man hooked. perception management methods, right outta hitler’s handbook. sponsored by pfizer & merck, got you watchin’ the game in pain, mixin’ budweiser & perc’s. same one that put a virus in your hard+drive, so…i can pop+up like “is your computer runnin’ slow?” don’t bother investigatin’ medications i prescribe ‘ya, fatality’s extremely rare, tell your doctor…

+dr. carl hill (played by david gale) from the 1985 film “re+animator”

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