Start a war on the poor gettin' mad donations Takin' cheese out of poor nations Got Haitians still on sugar plantations Wiped 'em out called it exotic vacations As you dig it they set up regulations Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients What's the difference no buts ands or ifs Now I need a place to hide away Are you ready, are you ready? Who's the real docs of death Oh no, it's doctor death Killer man atomic B-Boys in Japan Another brother dies up in Sudan Kevorkian got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em Dead from the feds shit man Contaminated in sad predicaments Blood threats, blastin' continents Kings, queens dead presidents Can't tell me where my chiza went Take 'em down blow the house down blaw The evils got you wobblin' like weebles Thinking you equal, killin' lost people's No sequel remember Biko Who's the real docs of death Oh no, it's doctor death Whose the real docs of death Killin' millions 'til they're last breath Got no right to be dead ass wrong Killin' me softly with your songs Bring the noise but surrounded by cowboys Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new ditches Can you dig it turnin' tricks at the tip of politics? The devils slick, gettin' their head split I spit at those hypocrites So, I sticks to the music Think about it it's God You better get with the scene Keep you and I from being human beings You deserve what you deserve If you believe what he believes And into everything you leave Oh what a tangled web you weave When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees Bringing Satan down to his knees