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.
  Whatšs the diff no buts ands or ifs...
  Now i need a place to hide away.
  Are you ready are you ready
    Whose the real docs of death
  Oh no itšs 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
  Canšt 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 peoples
  No sequal remember biko
    Whose the real docs of death
  Oh no itšs doctor death
    Whose the real docs of death
  Killin millions til theyšre 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 itšs 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