🎵 SONG TITLE: “Mad Doctor (Nap Time Forever)”
Tagline: “She sick? I’m the cure.”
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🎶 [Intro – Whispered over flatline beeps:]
Paging Dr. F.T.B…
She’s back in my ER again.
Symptoms?
Lyin’, cryin’, ghostin’, gaslightin’.
Diagnosis?
Terminal b****ness.
Time to put her to sleep.
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💉 [Verse 1 – Villain Flow:]
I walk in with the gloves on, mask tight, heart froze,
Vitals droppin’ every time she suppose.
Tried to fake love — now she on the stretcher,
Sick from the lies, but I’m here to correct her.
📋 Charts say she’s toxic — contagious in the sheets,
Every time she moaned, man, a demon got to eat.
So I mixed that morphine with truth in the drip,
Now she dreamin’ of loyalty while I let that IV rip.
(crowd chant)
🎶 F** that b****!* 🎶
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💊 [Chorus – Hypnotic, cold & catchy:]
She sick in the soul, I prescribe that flame,
A dose of karma in her veins with her government name.
🎶 F** that b****!* — every time she coughs,
🎶 F** that b****!* — every lie, cut it off.
She need nap time — lullaby of pain,
Heart full of venom, I’m the one with the brain.
🎶 F** that b****!* — every beat, every stitch,
I’m the doctor, the judge, the priest — and the snitch.
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🔬 [Verse 2 – Lab Coat Bars:]
Scalpel in my voice, I dissect the past,
She allergic to truth — break out in facts.
Said she love me? That’s a side effect.
She OD’d on ego, couldn’t pass the test.
I ran blood work: type fake with a twist,
She ain’t sick — she is the illness, the glitch in the kiss.
So I hit her with that WTF poison in the tea,
She thought it was sweet — but that s**t was me.
🎶 F** that b****!* — every fake-ass tear,
🎶 F** that b****!* — echo loud in her ear.
No cure, no hope, no grace in the script,
Just a big ol’ nap and a final clip.
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🧪 [Bridge – Melodic Switch, creepy harmonies:]
Let her rest in peace with her own regrets,
Put her name on a chart full of failed attempts.
Scars in her throat from the shit she said,
But silence is peace when the monster’s dead.
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🎉 [Final Chorus – Victory Chant:]
🎶 F** that b****!* — write it on the walls,
🎶 F** that b****!* — when her last lie falls.
Doctor of pain, MD in the truth,
She wanted love — I gave her proof.
🎶 F** that b****!* — play it when she sleeps,
🎶 F** that b****!* — repeat till it’s deep.
No pulse, no tears, no switch —
Just me…
and the last line:
“Goodnight, b**.”**
[Sound FX: Heart monitor flatline… then champagne pop.]
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