- Votes:
- Composers:
- Arie
- India / Stephens0n
- Alonzo / Leathers
- Marshall / Castro
- Dru / Morgan
- Roy
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- classickhiphop
- heltah skeltah
- ickehits
- real hip hop
 
- See also:
Heltah Skeltah - Therapy lyrics
Intro: ruck
 *snoring*
 Bring in the next patient (the patient is sleeping)
 Bring in his chart (the doctor will see you now)
 How you doin, let's see what we have here
 My name is dr. killpatient
 And I'm your psychosssssigmathetamasochistic
Verse one: rock, ruck
 All i, seem to, think about is violence
 It doesn't matter if I'm dead sober or I'm bent
 It's strange, I'm not insane or at least I don't think so
 Or am i? you think so doc, truthfully I don't know
 So what do I do I go to my crew and ask for help
 But they ain't no help, they go through the same shit they damn self
 So I look deep into the mind of a crook
 Then out of nowhere I envision two right hooks
 Aww damn, again goes this shit i
 Can't get out of this cycle, dish one got me whipped
 From the thought of a brain bashing, doctor stop me
 Before I blow my motherfuckin top g
 See that leather sofa over there? yeah
 Sit back with this six-pack and a spliff
 That have your mind twisted while we chit-chat I like that
 I think that, we should start with the session uh-huh
 But before we begin let me ask you a few questions uh-huh
 Have you been touched the wrong way? nah
 Involved in gun play yeah
 The town let me guess acquited like you was o.j. how you know?
 Typical black life you jack knifes under a sea biscuit
 Get specific an stop fuckin around wit that crack rock yo I don't smoke doze
 Yes you do duke I can tell
 'cause you actin funny, like when blacks get money
 Brummy jazz only married to jawana
 And instead of helping you're getting me heated like a sauna
 Just trying to get into your head
 Pardon the way I treat you
 Tell me bout your scar, did your momma beat you nah man
 Fuck the mystery duke tell me your history
 You're pissin me off
 Plus the time keep on clippin see
Chorus:
 I need a doctor to give me some therapy
 I need a doctor to check my, my brainHeltah Skeltah - Therapy - http://motolyrics.com/heltah-skeltah/therapy-lyrics.html
Verse two: rock, ruck
 As I think back, to the nineties
 That's when life got extra grimy
 Multiplied with a fleet behind me
 Wasn't smart to try me, physical fam gave less than a
 Which added on to eighties anger tearing through my inner
 (now we're gettin somewhere, yah) it's all becoming clear
 I always feared I have to play the rear til I was outta here
 That's when I flipped out and became a plane
 That transform into a robot rokk da kids was his name
 (one of them decep niggaz) yup takin dope clothes and then some
 I bend some (did you have any legal source of income? )
 I said farewell to welfare crazy long ago
 They want you to work for them peanuts now
 Man you need a shrink if you think i'ma go (huh)
 Then any thoughts and hopes of rehabilitation
 Were chilled when I lost my nigga phil it's been downhill
 Ever since, and ain't nobody helpin me
 So I came to you, the doctor killpatients for therapy
Chorus
Verse three: ruck
 Bust the prognosis, better yet duke have a dosage
 Of prescribed poetry that people perceive as potent
 I've been goin through your file and I found a conclusion
 That you destined to be the best in this world of confusion
 You lose when you fall victim to evil ways
 I know crime pays but the rhyme slays nowadays
 Take two of these and if you have a problem at all
 I'm on call twenty-four hours to brawl, word is bond
Chorus
 This is my number, yaknowhati'msayin
 4-9-5-nevermind-nevermind
Chorus
 But you that undisputed, and now you theraputic
 Bootcampian champion
Chorus
 The undisputed, with theraputic
 Bootcampian champion, r-o-c, therapy
Chorus: *until fades*















