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letra de dr. mario vs euro truck simulator - triplestabber

[verse 1: dr. mario (uberocity/mancha)]
say, it’s responsible of you to book a doctor’s appointment
now, what brings you here? got a problem to voice?
oh, you brought dissapointment to your fans? quite simple
diagnosing that your games are ass; dumptruck syndrome
luckily, i got a perfect cure, that you can take a seat
lay back, breathe deeply, proceeding with euthanasia
i’m providing a pill, with cyanide in the still
oh, no need to fret, i’m medical licensed to k!ll
and that wouldn’t break the hippocratic oath
i wouldn’t trust you on mics, when you’d rip and crack the rode
i k!ll pathogens and germs that are set in my booth
but even i can’t treat all the bugs present in you
drivе your truck? i’d have to be so wasted
i am acting likе my waiting room, honestly, no patience
to play through your whole game it’s so boring and slow chasin’
delivery goals takin’ astonishingly low payments
that couldn’t even buy a house, let alone fill your tank
while you know that doctors are the ones with millions in the bank
you upgrade while i up grades, check my phd
i treat genes, while you’re wed to pee stained jeans
and country music blasting out a broken radio
the passenger seat’s empty and you’re all alone obeying roles
the truck should make a get-away, but ‘fore you go escape this zone
the road is taxed, so the track is too, know to pay the toll
[verse 2: euro track simulator (vinnyo)]
drop the kart, i’m the one actually touring places
been here before the game started, because i’m pulling trailers
you can try to f-ck me over with your excessive tax
but we know your gloves don’t come off when you try to get my ass
you’re no doctor, mario. you doctered, mario
stop chasing fake doctorates and start doing cardio
i ran through a whole continent with 8 wheels and a burner
while you can’t run a buisness with less than 2 workers
you and your brother went from shrooms to poppin’ percorets
to trip b-lls while i ball in trips on the urban bends
and talk about infections, them mites ain’t really a threat to men
’cause who’d get cured by pills that look like a packet of m&m’s?
i’m backed up with deliveries, i’ll send ’em to the right address
that being your face, take a box, leave you slightly red
and sinus bent, so you couldn’t pass a coronavirus test
provide a pen, let’s see how much worse your handwriting gets

[verse 3: dr. mario (uberocity/mancha)]
so many notes to read, too complex and ornate (eugh…)
it’s easier to be a doctor than to play your messy game
and plus, you’ve gone old, just expand, fetch cargo
getting 5 starts on your job like you’re grand quest auto
dentistry’s not in my registry, but i’d still take the crown
you’re getting nowhere in this battle, might call it a paper town
from the ds to your phones, my medicine sells
whereas your dlc’s are on the highway to development h-ll
[verse 4: euro track simulator (vinnyo)]
the road is not the only place that i have seen the green light
they tossed you onto androids in favour of maker’s sleek design
now you’re a bum, i’d see outside on the pavement, potting cash
this doctor lost his license while i got mine plated on my ass
vroom! hit the gas, show how i’m gonna smash bro
shove a cone up in your ass if you don’t want your back thrown
a manhole-sized cavity is left in your abdomen
someone call an ambulence! there has been an accident!

- triplestabber

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