Satellite High - Doctors Hate Him! lyrics

[Intro: Creepy Guy on Public Transit] So... he took some h**n... (unintelligible)... On his arm... and it just died... It just died. No cure... You can't... it died There's no circulation And it died so far That they had to cut it off He would've got gangrene... So, you know, it's like... you ain't got a choice It's like, "You wanna die? Or you want me to cut your arm off?"... (unintelligible)... Actually, you ain't got a choice They give you a shot, and cut it off You don't like it when you wake up, k** yourself [Verse 1] Satellite Silverback, hairy gorilla of rap I'm all business up front, but a k**er in back When I'm popping, keep them hopping like a mullet, in fact Put out my hand, then I'm bringing it back (Too Slow!) Up top, in the middle, down low High-fives flying, never make a sound though Ghost-clapping, when I'm rapping, keep the flame smoke-stacking Just a crack and everybody in your town go "DAAAAAAMN" Come around, talking 'bout you go ham But I'm steady slicing into the beef Freeze ready, throwing ice and then I shatter 'em, chief Vent your skull from the unrelenting pressure; grey-matter relief Trephination rap, I'm Pentecostal Snake-charming, Appalachian medicine awful Cold eye, stack chips -- Tending a brothel Got them moving back and forth the way a senator waffles [Hook] Said you want to die? Want to cut your arm off? Said you want to fly? Want to let a f**ing bomb off? No telling, I take an auger to the dome Slice, slice, chop, chop - this is surgery at home [Verse 2] Sanitation engineer, the way I'm cleaning up sh** Said you better watch those cats that you're meeting up with Think you're all Michael Knights, but they're scheming on KITT Trying to wire the ignition cuz the key, it don't fit And they're needing that sh**, I'm blocking the thirsty Got them all corralled up in an alley - Kirstey In your comments, I am copping a firstie Stalking Fat Beats like I'm rocking with Percee (get it?) Murk me? Never. Style too clever That snap music's good, but the yellow bus better Little nerds, wire-frames in your Canibus sweater Half-a**ed Ninja Turtles, son, you'll never catch Shredder Got two brains, I'm Krang Ya'll f**ing clowns are Lambchop, man, I'm Fang I keep it all composed, but you pale in rage Mick Foley - got you rolling on the mat before I scale the cage