Eddie Logix - Diabetes lyrics

[Chorus: Doc Waffles] Tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something The Diabetes is coming the Diabetes is coming Tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something The Diabetes is coming the Diabetes is coming [Verse 1: Doc Waffles There's 800 codeine stashed in the chandeliers All disease will be cured by 2012, pa** that cancer here Out of shape like Ice-T was in Surviving the Game I took a blood pressure test, the readout said Denny McLain My morning routine: New York Times, raisin bran Run up into the pharmacy in my robe making insane demands "invent a pill to make my teeth whiter Or I will have you sued by Sam Bernstein and Geoffry Feiger" Then you can catch me blazing fire with my main man Sheef Playing Street Fighter Two with no shirt on as Zangief I blow a line off the spine of Steinbeck While brushing my teeth with the seams of a high fastball Pa**ing through a stain gla** Chagall during the Governor's ball During a hurricane while playing Eroica on a circular saw We're on some "where the purples at?" y'all? The sun is carried across the sky on a turtle's back y'all What happened who ate my tarts? Was it Catherine the Great White Shark? Between tennis lessons and recessive traits Bus stops restlessly waiting..limbs...tension...aches Bed bugs are required when wagering impressive stakes Revenge at room temperature, served on inexpensive plates A memo to your mother the bird: Soon we'll be landing submersion treatments would be preferred A rare collection of stamps... Eclairs, refreshments for a tape repaired commencement of tramps R. Mutt luggage concealing a terrible secret Gauzy airplane bottles...weren't we just there in a dream ? Appropriating the apes and the essence, wool capes and depressants Dog-earred paperbacks, costume grapes and irreverence Then what do you tell her when you stare into them baby blues? Freud and I shared a birthday, also a favorite food A funny way of saying things I ape his elocution too So when I mean pa** the rutabagas I say "sap the beta rouge" To every last maddening attraction I am called to action With every last tooth decayed fragment of my college latin Always out of groceries is what I get for being so listless Sick hawk at Mack & St. John In Hoc Signo Vinces [Chorus: Doc Waffles] Tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something The Diabetes is coming the Diabetes is coming Tiny pieces of something tiny pieces of something The Diabetes is coming the Diabetes is coming