I've been called an oxymoron Because I question which drugs our war's on Why are there more drug stores Than liquor stores you can score on The healers have become the harmers They're just pharmaceutical farmers What we used to call dealers We now call doctors I might be a cd cynic Cause that crack house is now a clinic It's time they change The name of the oath to The hypocritic or the parasitic
It isn't adderalltruistic By overprescribing How can we fight them in a suboxone ring I'll throw a prozacuzation With a subketamining They'll say my fears are quaaludacris They should be ativanishing
With every demeroltercation They'll have a good xanaxplanation You're just cialistrated Cause we made your dick deflated
It's oxymoronic It's oxymoronic
It should be doctors getting busted For their klonopinions we trusted We're not the sinners, they're the ones That served us the vicodinners I don't want to be an alarmist But in that harmacy there's a harmacist And those scripts Are making us paximple minded pacifists
Don't think that I ambien crazy The medical industrial complex Keeps us viagravated and hard to come Because of percosex How can we hydrocondone Their blatant misconduct They don't care for patients They care about pushing product
Are you oxymoronic For wanting your daily chronic And making your mom's house hydroponic You're oxymoronic
I've been called an oxymoron For getting my metaphor on Linoleum is a flooron I'm an oxymoron
It's time to be alarmed We're not being healed, we're being harmed Our country's being factory farmed It's oxymoronic It's time to sound the alarma We can't put our faith in karma We got a common enemy And they're called big pharma
And it's oxymoronic And it's oxymoronic It's all oxymoronic It's all oxymoronic
Daily chronic Now most of your house is, okay "most of your house is" What does that even mean? He's turned most of his house Into hydroponic Why wouldn't he have turned All of it into hydroponic? Well cause he lives there "now all of your house is hydroponic" "most" is sappy. really It's like saying "maybe" How about "now your mom's house Is hydroponic"? Yes! that's fucking way better God, you fucking woke up Come on, mike, where you've been? Shut the fuck up, fool Where you've been all month?
Compositor: Michael John Burkett ECAD: Obra #15852299