The Møjavi Burn - Your Devilish Grin Lyrics

We entrust our health and well-being with doctors and nurses
Even if that necessitates a prescription signed in cursive
But what if your primary care provider engaged in satanic worship?
And the nurses walked around with arsenic hid in their purses?
Because I'm young, they write me off as imaginative
They think I'm this 51/50, mad, radical kid
They patronize a nigga; woe is me, the sad invalid
I be short of breath like I took one of Mayweather's jabs to the rib
Why am I force-fed this bitter fluid the color of grape juice
Distorting my vision? My decision is to break loose
My immediate problems at hand, I wish that I can make poof
I wouldn't wanna implode like an astronaut with a whole in his space suit
Get your monkey ass off from 'round me with that muthaf*cking needle; I don't trust you, BITCH!
You and your muthaf*cking colleagues be full of shit; y'all be reeking of such hubris
You think you finna get the best of a nigga like me and try to finesse? Slut, you wish
My ex can attest that I never been premature, but lyrically I bust through quick
It is apparent and clear that as I am here it is me against them
You damn skippy, like Black Sabbath, I'm paranoid of poisonous intentions
I need not explain myself, you should comprehend my apprehension
They literally wanna jerk me in a circle and eat me like jerky, a snack, a slim-jim
It's psychological finger-f*ck with a Freddy Krueger glove... and-you're-coming
In-and-out of consciousness, your body is steady losing blood... they
Naturally, got a plot like practically every movie does... and-believe-me-I
Seen him, the Doctor be tweaking like meth-heads abusing drugs
The Nurse, she visits me at night... and sadly, nobody believes me
And the Doctor's a pervert; he likes to watch... the thought of it makes me uneasy
Like the thought of clap from a prostitute, I cough-and-puke; it makes my stomach feel queasy
Bet I feel greasy, AND I feel sleazy; what I seen is to obscene to be PG TV!
See, that #me_too hashtag, it may or may not-apply when you got-a
Y-chromosome, see that lends new meaning to being thrown-a-bone that'll ossify
The abuse gnaws at chu to the point some opt-to-die
Something so vile you just can't ignore and cannot deny
I dread your devilish grin
I tell myself never again
I dread your devilish grin
I tell myself never again
Institutionalized, I done got the cabin fever
Please let me go, I need to have a breather before I go bat shit and grab a cleaver
I got a statement to make and something to prove like a lad beleaguered
I got a plot of my own like Brutus and company... when they were stabbing Caesar
The Doctor's team, they restrain me... as spit in that muthaf*cka's face
I belt out a cry for help; H-E-L-P, every let uppercase
I act unruly; they subdue me; I kick and scream and bust a vase
My liberation is a gamble, so I figured that I untuck the ace
I got battery acid for all y'all raggedy asses
Y'all had to be bastards, therefore y'all have to be blasted
I got a torch for what chu have magically crafted
You are mentally competent enough to imagine the ashes
I break free and before you know it, there's a syringe in the Nurse's neck
With adrenaline injected in my veins 'cause normally I'm circumspect
I kick out the knee of the Doctor; for the pain, he'll need a percocet
He got a torn ligament-literally, he ain't got a leg to stand on; it hurts to flex
I think fast as I make my escape, knocking down medical hardware behind me
Putting obstacles in place and creating space for the personnel tryna bind me
Quick logic, I hide in the the janitor's closet; I hope they don't find me
If I felt sorry for that nurse, I would lament that her death was untimely
In a hospital gown; I feel a draft: booty-cheeks exposed
How convenient that I happen across a pair of scrubs and a doctor's robe
I blend in the commotion; by now, security is looking for me, searching in droves
As I proceed through them automatic doors, I look back and I am froze
I feel my heart plummet and sink to my stomach; I gotta run it, but I am thwarted
By the sight of my mother and my father who I know for a fact are dearly departed
They expired 5 years prior in that fire I hate I started
Playing with matches and lighter fluid, sparking up loose pieces of garbage
I was your girl's best friend, my feet forever frozen
It be times like this in my mind that I wish I had claws like Logan
I see a flash in the room, and I hear a BOOM!: an explosion
Then it all fades to black, I'm comatose like Lamar Odom
I dread your devilish grin
I tell myself never again
I dread your devilish grin
I tell myself never again
All work and no play makes
Jack a very dull boy
Red rum, red rum, red rum
Our head is spun
All work and no play makes
Jack a very dull boy
Red rum, red rum, red rum
Our head is spun
I dread your devilish grin
I tell myself never again
I dread your devilish grin
I tell myself never again