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Breathing Apparatus

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"Dr. Bruce, telephone please, Dr. Bruce, telephone please.."

"Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian.."

"Nurse, somebody's broken into the amphetamine sulfate again"

"Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian.."

My motherfucker took led it was unexpected

Mobbed through the do', smelled the disinfectant

Mashed third flo' on the elevator

Seen Boots hemmed on the respirator

Death was on his face too soon

C'mon baby holla at your ace boom coon

Tell me who it was and I'll be buckin like a untamed stallion

Say another word and see me gather a batallion

Shit, I give a fuck who did the killing

Got a puncture in my lung, tell em gimme penicillin

Fingertips ain't got no feelin, pain-killin, gimme codeine

Don't let me vomit up my guts, let's keep the flo' clean

I seen em comin for a mile through the rearview

I'll tell you one thing bout them po-po's, they don't LOVE you

Sheeyit, like I needed you to tell

Motherfucker make sense - you delirious as hell

Lean over the bed and let me whisper close

Watch these motherfuckers with the stethoscopes

You know I'm uninsured up in this be-i-otch

My medical plan was to not get shot

I get the

"One two three!" "Code blue!"

"One two three! "Code blue!"

"Clear!"

"I've got a pulse.."

Nurse, what's the status?

Please don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus

I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus

PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus

I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus

PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus

I'm feelin hostile, with this fuckin hose up my nostril

My bills be colossal, creditors be followin me

Like apostles, I jostled the fossils

of thoughts that's given

Fuck these motherfuckers tryin to pimp me for livin

Scrape up scrilla for the box I'm in

if we can't hock some ends, for this oxygen

I know what you feelin, we see eye to eye

and it's slugs goin off if they let you die

I'm fin' ta split like a virus, come back with Multiplicity

They always doin this to the black ethnicity

and anybody offa who dey make moola

This should let you know yo' life's controlled by who da rula

It's some murderous, medical, supervision

Had my baby boy, couldn't get a circumcision

You ain't got insurance that be costin G's

They be actin hands off like you got a disease

Ay man I got a disease

Damn what you catch?

It's called broke, with no motherfuckin respect

and it's a STD, but you ain't never gon' nut

cause it come from a long legacy of gettin FUCKED

I'm finsta make it happen on the phone, shh, shut up!

Shup? This is E, put on yo' shit kickers

and hop on the bus, we need MEDICARE STICKERS

I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus

PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus

I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus

PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus

Motherfuckers tryin to live like the Huxtables

Comfortable, but my bank account ain't functional

And now another thing that's disturbin me

how the fuzz gon' put you in the infirmary?

See I'm a communist, I'll tell yo' momma the truth

And now they want to assassinate me like they John Wilkes Booth

But umm, recognize sperm, cause yo' brain is the maternity

Conception through yo' ear, now my game lasts through

"Breathe again, breathe again..

And I will never breathe again.."

"Breathe again, breathe again..

And I will never breathe again.."

Well, I've been looking at the patient's stats

It seems as if he's lost his will to pay

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Breathing Apparatus

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