Well, I was feelin' so bad Asked my family doctor 'bout what I had I said, "Doctor, doctor, Mr. M.D. Can you tell me, what's ailing me?" He said, "Yeah
a joke, a trick or two Just to bring and show you Caught ya with the trickster too Sometimes I wonder how ya knew A hypnotist, fancy talker Ruben Remus ain't no doctor
a robbery, can't remember him, was probably three Why didn't my folks just die in this society? Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for
'cause I love to eat Fudge and twinkies and deviled ham Who's real flabby, yes, I am Every picture of me's gotta be an aerial view Now my doctor tells
move me right fo sho deception weather my brethren but sunny days when they parlay get killed when they get tah steppin 'member the weapon's close and the doctor
the way that they feel Milligrams in the raw, snow-cut, check how I label the pill It's MD, the spit-doctor, chant like a witch-doctor Recite me, and
, heartbroken on the canvas Painted the perfect picture, you seemed to never get it Colors prevail and you turn into a f-cking monster Schizophrenic, nicknames Bonnie and Clyde Now doctors calling us Mr
! Baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender bittles Doctor
style, for thirty miles Shut the Fawcett to Farah Drain the Panama Canal up, that'll run like mascara I pour the Dom like friends at Don Pooh party Before Mr
sounds around you From ten speed and brown shoe Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M Blood flows with 2Paclypse and them It's like Funk Doctor [Eminem] Mr. Punk
I touch is gold since eighteen years old So what that mean? I roll the blunt And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute Crazy holy doctor holding
How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Hey Mr.
' these charts And you can't stop me from droppin' each March With a brand new CD for these fuckin' retards Who? And to think, it's just little ol' me Mr
the doctor in my last operation Shoved the weiner schnitzel up his ass, hopped away Somebody please stop the patient, get the cops to mace him Homie, I'm the scheisse, pass Doctor
Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick
afford free speech (Mood, mood, mood, someone's funkin' with the mood) Mood control is designed to render funkable ideas Brought to you by the makers of Mr
's going on? I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man bizzerk Not to worry Mr