Therapy - Heltah Skeltah

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 
Cuz 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 brain