Revoking Doc's License

Revoking Doc's License #1 A word from the State Medical Board committee The #1 injection will always be P.D. Doc, I am considering to slam you out of pity I do not mess with poets whose licenses come from Hello Kitty. You overdose my patient RED, getting down to the nitty gritty. At this time, your practice has been revoke For coming after me as I wear my black cloak. I got a grip on my scythe pressed against your throat. Pees running down your legs leaving you all soak Doc, I got your body full of Narcotics and Painkillers as a joke. Dropping you like a lawsuit on the examination table with one smack. Denying you morphine as your vasectomy goes wrong in this attack I already drove you insane labeling you a quack. Your hand I flushed in (TRANQUILIZER), slapping you with a black Jack. Waking up without your gems blood all over your sack. Restrain you in a straitjacket, throwing you in a padded room. Covered in your own s*it as you were in your mother’s womb Poet-ing like a disco biscuit on ecstasy, before I made you go SKAT-boom! Engraving your Poetic Doctor Degree on the outside of your tomb. With the words that speak, P.D. was the cause of your poetic doom. by;P.D.