| This man called me up and said he hated his life |
| He wanted me to kill him, his kids, and his wife |
| He paid me my fee, and everything was fine |
| But two days later, he changed his mind |
| But I’m Dr. Kevorkian, you know what it is |
| I’ma take him out his misery and handle his biz |
| Said, «Sorry, sir, but there’s no time left |
| You picked up the phone and called Dr. Death» |
| He was shocked I left, but I was at his home |
| Up in his attic talkin' to him on the cellphone |
| I think Michelle’s home, that’s his daughter |
| I plugged up the hot curlers, threw 'em in her bathwater |
| She started screamin' in came her brother Mitchell |
| And I just hit him with the pistol |
| Shot him three times next to the toilet stool |
| Left 'em layin' there in the bloody pool |
| Mama’s cookin', but I was lookin' |
| Down from the staircase with my bare face |
| She grabbed the butcher knife and came at me |
| So I shot her, 'cause I’m trigger happy |
| Plus I had a gun, and it was kind of fun |
| To see her body jerkin' bloody drunk off redrum |
| Mr. Rogers boated out like a track meet |
| Jumped in his car, I left a hungry pit bull in his backseat |
| What he got those doors locked for |
| The dog had lockjaw on his throat |
| And that’s all she wrote |
| Dog, I can’t get my dog out this damn car now |