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Dr. Bob is Robert Hsiung, MD,
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Posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:41:32
I grew up in a tough neighborhood, full of gangtas and niggaz
Everyday I be so stressed out and feeling likes shit,
One day I woke up and found out I could no longa sleep good anymo
I also found out I be losing weight real bad
I even found out I no longer be able to get it up good
I found out I become dumb as a rock all of a sudden and could no longa
concentrate good on selling drugz and fucking ho's<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>
I went to the welfare doctor and used my welfare medicaid card to pay
I asked the doc "yo bitch, what the fuck was wrong with me?"
He said "you is clinically depressed"
And he gave me some Prozac samples to takes home<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>
I went home and started taking dez Prozac pills,
It wasnt as good as smoking crack though,
It lasted a while, but finally pooped out on me,
I started thinking about shooting heroin for my depression but remembered my
sis who got AIDS from using dirty needles and changed my mind,<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>
I went back to the welfare doc down in the projects,
And I said "yo bitch dis Prozac shit dont work good"
And he said "well, we can always shock yo ass good"
And I said "What the fuck...you wanna do to my azz?"
And he said "lets do electroshock therapy"<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>
So I show up at da welfare hospitaall,
And I waz taken to da ECT roomz,
And this hot blonde white nurse put a rubber ball in my mouth and told me to
bite down on it so I wouldnt crack my teeth in the seizure,
And knocked me out with drugz,
And next thing I knew they was pushin the button and shockin my azz,
I woke up and didnt know where I waz,
And I was all fucked up feeling,<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>
I said "hey doc, I dont wanna do this ECT shit no mo,
He said "yeah you do, keep it up it gets better,"
So he gave me three mo ECTs and befo I know, I waz feeling goodz,
And pretty soon, I was back to normal
And I went back to my job selling drugz and fucking ho'z<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>
Fruitcake Freddy
Posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:43:05
In reply to Rap song I wrote about ECT, posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:41:32
Whoops, I posted this on the wrong forum. I waas thinking I waz on PB social. Sorry.
Fruitcake Freddy
Posted by Dr. Bob on April 5, 2002, at 18:27:30
In reply to Rap song I wrote about ECT, posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:41:32
> I grew up in a tough neighborhood, full of gangtas and niggaz...
When you're blocked, you're not supposed to post.
Bob
Posted by OCDdiddy on April 7, 2002, at 1:03:11
In reply to Rap song I wrote about ECT, posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:41:32
This is a tribute to Fruitcake Freddy who was gunned down by a rival gang headed by Dr. Bob
"OCD Rapper's Delight"
I was sitting in the hood,
Drinking my colt 45,
Life was fine,
Bitches and guns everywhereBut I couldn’t stop obsessin‘,
Hu Hun Hun Ha,
Couldn’t stop obsessin‘,
Hu Hun Hun HaI turned to my bitch and said
you smell my fried chicken burning,
did I leave the door unlocked,
did I turn off the stoveBut I couldn’t stop obsessin‘,
Hu Hun Hun Ha,
Couldn’t stop obsessin‘,
Hu Hun Hun HaShe loaded her gun with prozac,
and shot my stupid ass up,
Take that SSRI nigger,
and stop obsessing
Just stop obsessingAnd With my ass full of prozac,
I finally stopped obsessin’,
Hu Hun Hun Ha,
I finally stopped obsessin’
Hu Hun Hun HaIScratching records, Dancing Fly girls, Gold Chains Everywhere
Posted by Bekka H. on April 7, 2002, at 1:14:00
In reply to Re: Rap song I wrote about ECT, posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:43:05
Well, one thing is clear. . .getting blocked from Psychobabble hasn't caused Freddy to lose his delicate sense of humor.
Posted by colin wallace on April 7, 2002, at 4:43:28
In reply to Rap song I wrote about ECT, posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:41:32
Fruitcake,
Anything that interferes with selling drugz an' fucking ho's just gotta be bad...
Posted by Dr. Bob on April 7, 2002, at 10:41:38
In reply to Tribute to Fruitcake-gunned down by Dr Bob, posted by OCDdiddy on April 7, 2002, at 1:03:11
> I was sitting in the hood,
> Drinking my colt 45,
> Life was fine,
> Bitches and guns everywhere...Please don't use language that might offend others, thanks.
Bob
Posted by Dr. Bob on April 7, 2002, at 10:43:28
In reply to Re: Rap song I wrote about ECT, posted by colin wallace on April 7, 2002, at 4:43:28
> Anything that interferes with selling drugz an' fucking ho's just gotta be bad...
Please don't use language that might offend others. I've asked you before please to be civil, so now I'm going to try to block you from posting for a week.
Bob
Posted by Zo on April 8, 2002, at 3:57:28
In reply to Re: please be civil » OCDdiddy, posted by Dr. Bob on April 7, 2002, at 10:41:38
Posted by Zo on April 8, 2002, at 4:37:32
In reply to Colin's blocked? Am I missing something here? (nm), posted by Zo on April 8, 2002, at 3:57:28
Posted by Lini on April 12, 2002, at 14:55:30
In reply to Re: please be civil » OCDdiddy, posted by Dr. Bob on April 7, 2002, at 10:41:38
i find the attempt to mock Black culture extremely offensive.
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