The Roast of The Good Doctor... Yo, look at this Edgelord in a leather suit, Trying to heal the vibe with a beak, it’s quite funny. The 14th Century called, they want their placebo back, All your prescriptions, Doctor, are nothing but nonsense. You smell like old leeches and industrial grease, In that Leather-bird cosplay you aren't finding peace. So tell us, Good Doctor, what is the diagnosis? Looks like a severe case of style-necrosis! Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Where are you going? Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Your ignorance is showing! Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Stop with the dance! You have no medical knowledge, you stand no chance! You’re not fighting the plague, you're fighting common sense, Your medical qualifications are extremely enormous. Enormous...ly fake! A LARP in the digital void, You’re just a frightening mascot, hopelessly unemployed. Got some lavender in your beak to mask the decay? The 90s industrial scene wants you to go away. Stop typing prescriptions for AI generated tracks, We see the sad nerd behind that silly bird mask. Here comes the doctor! (What?) Here comes the fraud! (Who?) Here comes the nonsense! (When?) Give him the industrial pole! Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Where are you going? Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Your ignorance is showing! Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Stop with the dance! You have no medical knowledge, you stand no chance! Stand no chance. Stand no chance. Stand no chance. Stand no chance. Stand no chance. Stand no chance. Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Where are you going? Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Your ignorance is showing! Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Stop with the dance! You have no medical knowledge, you stand no chance! Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Where are you going? Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Your ignorance is showing! Hey, Doctor Nonsense! Stop with the dance! You have no medical knowledge, you stand no chance! Silly bird...
