$Dr.Diablo$ presents helicopter
im dr diablo, they call me the devil's doctor, yes it's true i was born in a helicopter,
and i'll bring you doom, in a tomb, just like the big bang went boom! wit all dem lil shorties
i aint got a million but i got 101 .40s, im the emerald master aim my gun at a head and blast
'em, it's like they got you singin along wit them dorks, why dont you stick a cork in your
mouth, they got you diggin for treasure down south, while they diggin your grave,
and jesus ain't gonna save you now, why the hell did you take that vow, when you
bowed, they shot you in the back, and shoved you in a sack, the watch dogs, you know
who im talkin 'bout, the government, but you used to doubt, if you were alive you would
probably shout, music girls and money, yeah thats what it's all about, at least that's what
you used to think, until they framed you like a window over the kitchen sink, now all you
want is out, cuz you can't stand by and watch your family pout, you said you would
rather die and i know why, but i promise you, we'll get you help, and get payback for
all that was dealt and all that was felt.
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