scraps (@originalplaguedoctor) - trick lyrics
give it up for the doctor he’s hobbling
to the operating table, a fable is told about his crazy past
in a stable with bulls, he needs a maiden to pull
into to his sea of chaos
he’s bouta start a séance
lock and load the motherf+cking chain gun
put it to your temple and pull the trigger it rained some
brain’s dumb, pain’s fun, waste funds, hey hun
i don’t like lying hoes, that’s why i just played one
ditzy mistresses in my kingdom doing my bidding
are you kidding motherf+cker? i’ll eat you in one sitting
eyes twitching back and forth like b+tterflies flitting
while i string together bars, i’m in an armchair knitting
litty at the party, got thе b+tches with bacardi
i’m not quick to say i’m sorry
when i sing i got some hеart
he needs a milly for his art
he’s bouta rip the game apart
it is early, just the start
put the product in the cart
he gets livid, he’s sippin’ a fifth in the morn
tripping and bl!ckin’, just hit the dro
split it, i’ll hit it again in a mo
put her in park and i give it a tow
thinking about if i got any more
dough when i wake up, you lookin’ so pitiful
talkin is cheap so we keep it minimal
every hit that i make come in critical
i crawled in the game like a c+ckroach
bouta cook this motherf+cker up like a pot roast
please don’t plot on me because you’re not dope
i’ve got some goonies in new york, big shouts out to pop smoke
hot sauce dripping off my motherf+cking clothing
balance it out with some ice cubes in my cold ring
i give her everything and get nothing, what she’s hoping
she couldn’t tell me that she loved me, she was busy choking
i swear it’s an accident when i leave your girlfriend soaking
i swear it’s an accident when i overdose, i’m floating
she might be yours, but it’s my songs that she’s quoting
make sure that you check the credentials of who you’re roasting
i’d like to make a toast, oh sh+t wait, the bar is closing
i took a couple pictures with polaroids, got her posing
every girl i’ve been with’s got articles of my clothing
i’m in a lot of pain, but i’m still chilling coasting
bag it up, gotta get this f+cking wealth back to my people
i send money overseas, everybody’s equal
i don’t want no problems, can we try to keep it peaceful?
come for me and i might stab you with a dirty needle
my enemies hide under rocks, they’re crawling like some beetles
i’m not even worried bout it, higher than a seagull
i can’t keep my lid on straight so i’m huffing this diesel
i can heal your heart, i told you, come pray at my steeple
she gives head that i can feel in my spine, that sh+t’s cerebral
she’s a goth b+tch, so i built her a cathedral
she is unaware that i’m aware that she’s deceitful
cut your fingers off with an axe, let’s get medieval
it hurts when you’ve got a heart and everyone else is evil
at least she’s asking me to paint on her face like an easel
i’ve got some grimy gutter friends, slimy like some weasels
f+ck it, i don’t care if i die, just write the sequel
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