Lyrics:

Gourds
Noble Creatures
Spivey
Dr. Spivey with a roll of quarters in his hand
Fightin’ off the bullshit the best he can
Able to sniff out the most complicated scam
Ain’t no doctor he’s a natural man
He’s in the house
Seen him walk out of a paper bag
Dial his momma turn around and call his dad
Eat Rotweiller with some chopsticks
Come over to my place and babysit my kids
He’s in the house
Outta control in a nose dive
Gimme the keys, I’m Spivey, I will drive
Not all of you can fit into my ride
I’m Dr. Spivey, I’m the one who decides
He’s in the house
Dr. Spivey with a roll of quarters in his hand
Last I heard he was in the ground
Roll of quarters what that’s 10 bucks?
No, it’s some fool with his jaw wired shut
He’s in the house