I.F.K. Docta

Here comes an IFK Docta He’s really alive
He’s tha only one to know ya and cut ya with his knife
He’s not a madman He’s not a criminal
He loves his insects and his anatomic doll
His chains are covered with blood His retorts are full of oua brains
For him there’s only one road Tha road is ya MF vains
Are u ready for him are u ready for his «cure»
Suddenly he’ll put in Just be ready to warn ya motha
I.F.K. Docta is ma best friend
We’ve got da common daughter 'n common land
We’ll show ya tha truth of yo fuckin life
So check lyrics out 'n c’mon dive