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Drug Doctor [Dr. Dre feat. Eminem "I Need a Doctor" Instrumental]

LICKI UCROJ on September 05, 2012 05:03

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    hearts are resilient. this is true in medicine too.
    sometimes this happens and someone's heart stops.
    she can be dead for a few minutes and they can bring her back to life.
    she has another chance to love. i have seen this more than once.

    so let's fuck (the special effects, the pretense around sex,
    the fact i can't label you "ex"): i sleep but i get no rest
    let's get freaky in the dark! feed the picnic to the sharks!
    then leave me freezing in the park! this is just performance art!

    i'm just an actor: PERFORMANCE RAPTOR! T-REX!
    i want you to want me just for meaningless sex
    i want your toxic wasted taste, yes?
    someone to share showers and fluids and toothpaste and the rest

    leave the cap off, clip it in my brain:
    a bullet to the head well describes this pain
    i don't want you to love me back, love kills
    i just Kanye shrug off: Atlas back, Rand will
    i want to think about you every single day!
    i wanna need your help in every single way!
    i wanna believe that you're a really good lay!
    and i wanna fake that everything's A-okay!

    it's just performance art, i'm not even rappin
    none of this is true, none of it really happened
    i’m just playin a part, i’m a terrible actor
    none of this is true, none of it really happened

    i wasn't raped on the streets of LA
    i didn't call you from the hospital to hear you say
    "lauren who?" cuz my phone wasn't in evidence
    no memorizing your number: irrelevant!
    i spent two years on you for the hell of it
    we all know your name but i'm not tellin it
    you hear me say "help"? i was yellin it!
    fine, then i'll write this shit in a book... and i'm sellin it

    cuz you know i'm mad rich, scratchin a bad itch
    spent all my time on a fad, bitch
    spent all my time on a fad, bitch
    can i get some attention? i want some fuckin attention!
    pop the Ambien and let's put a dent in!
    are you fucking repentin? now i'm like wine, fermentin

    give a girl a drink, she lose the will to think
    and she'll need some rhymes to go with it
    give a doctor your heart, she'll take it apart,
    and she'll leave some shrapnel bits in it

    shrapnel bitches, rap and bitches, wrapped in bitches
    bitches and rap and bitches enrapt in bitches: shrapnel, bitches!
    this is the facts: no snitches fictitious! what is this?!
    mappin fat witches to Nixon!
    nothin left mixin here for you worth fixin
    in fact i'm pretty sure it's fiction -- addiction -- and not even you, bitch, that i'm missin

    it's just performance art, i'm not even rappin
    none of this is true, none of it really happened
    i’m just playin a part, i’m a terrible actor
    none of this is true, none of it really happened

    this drugged doctor fucked up cuz i knocked her
    pills off the dresser when i rocked her
    killer numb feeling when i shocked her
    finger on a trigger like i'm cocked, yessir
    not over you cuz i'm still not sure
    sittin around waitin like i'm docked hurr
    stuck like a middle school locker
    cold shoulders just get me hot (burrrrn)

    so next time i decide to die and then come back to life
    i’ll walk streets unshy, dry eyes, and i’ll be carryin a knife
    i’ma cut off his balls and while you’re bystandin (what gall)
    i’ll plant ‘em between your legs where shit grows ripe

    even then i hope you can still sprint to your car
    and then i hope you’re admitted quickly to the ER
    cuz when i said i’d always care it meant i’d never mar
    this shit we had with thoughts of “she’s hard up in the hospital, should i see her?”


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