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Yo, yeah, yo
It's just the thoughts of Doctor Strange
He's on another binge to try and get away
From all his self-inflicted sufferings
They found his book to start dissecting all his mutterings
But all they found is words of fucking wisdom and a couple things
He was shuddering and spluttering some nasty shit
And trying to stay alive from all the motherfucking crack he did
He kind of mastered it, could bang a couple grams of it the hang of it
Catch him sneaking off and slanging it
It was the super secret service that requested him
He wouldn't give them answers to the secrets that he kept within
See they vilified the little guy and pestered him
Advised that if he disappeared they'd notify his next of kin
But he just stood there looking smuggy with a deathly grin
Refused to have another dirty needle in his precious skin
Didn't tell him about the stuff that he had meddled in
They said that he would suffer and they're gonna make it hell for him
So when you come against these governmental forces Run
The evil in this world is something that has only just begun
See these evil motherfuckers wanna hold you back
And couldn't give a toss about a geriatric homeless man
You better bow down to your masters like a little dog
These Zionist pretenders in their palaces and synagogues
They was after every secret that he ever kept
He couldn't let them find him for that reason so he never slept
He was the son of God and thought that he was heaven blessed
He'd sit there sipping liquor in the darkness with a weapon stretched
Sings a psychoactive lullaby, a mental case
He couldn't beat the demons that would slam him at a restless pace
Probably really didn't help that he would sesh for days
A schizophrenic flipping skeptic lost up in a pickle haze
See his pupils were the size of fucking cricket balls
He'd sit there with a fixed stare bumping hypnotise by Biggie Smalls
You should never judge a person with a damaged mind
You'll never understand the sheer agony that's locked inside
See there's method in his madness though you'd never clock
A self-fulfilling prophecy of oddity, a mental block
Will hoping and some praying make the voices stop
It's hard to see the point of staying living but what choice he got
In the depths of hollow happiness he sits alone
Inflicts his co-existing, see his thoughts will never be his own
Now he's an angry little fella with a shitty life
He isn't right and all he ever wants to do is flipping die
See he was born and had experimental tests n shit
And then another hundred fucking doctors tried to mess with him
See he's a product of just firing up some gamma rays
Injecting lots of drugs inside his feable little fragile veins
See he was born and raised and never saw his father's face
They parted ways, left little Johnny in the darkest place
Half an eighth and some acid just to calm the brain harbours hate
Staring into space with a startled gaze
His name was Dr. Strange alone and he gots the rage
They left him locked up and boxed up inside a cage
It's just another case of thinking with his thoughts detached
And trying not to act upon the voices when they're talking back
Talk to Frank, Spark the Dank, Mr walk the Plank
You're only one step away from a garbage can
You gotta look after yourself in these tepid days
And always understand that you could lose it in a couple ways
See you'll never satisfy your little thirst for cash
And lose it in an instant when the motherfucking world collapse
Little Johnny's past that stage, he's a sitting duck, he's really fucked
Nobody knows what he's really took
It's just another uffing case for the loony bin
He could've been a doctor or a lawyer, what a fool is him
But there's talent in the depths of everlasting pain
For one to never find it and refine is a massive shame
In reality he's only got himself to blame
Addiction isn't fiction, there's a way out but it never came