Dr. Weasel
Twiztid Lyrics


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Hey doctor dumb ass or should I call you doctor Weasel
What are you picking on your easel?
I should be sucking diesel
The Darkness is closing in man
The Darkness is fucking closing in
And you're playing ghost
You son of a bitch
I pay you 35 dollars an hour
And goddamn I didn't expect that
Get every cent with that I put into you motherfucker
Where are you motherfucker?
Doctor diesel, doctor Weasel




Picking on your easel
My God, you're nothing but a worthless piece of shit

Overall Meaning

In this song, Twiztid addresses Dr. Weasel, possibly their therapist or psychiatrist. They ask why he is so focused on his art, picking on his easel, while they are struggling with their inner demons. They express their frustration with the darkness that is closing in on them and feel like Dr. Weasel is not helping but rather playing the role of a ghost. They feel like they are wasting their time and money on him, especially since they pay $35 per hour. They call him out on his incompetence and call him a worthless piece of shit.


The lyrics suggest that Twiztid may feel like they are not getting the help they need from their therapist or psychiatrist. They feel like Dr. Weasel is not understanding their struggles, and instead is preoccupied with his own art. It is possible that this song is a commentary on the mental health industry and how it can be difficult to find the right professional help. Overall, the lyrics express feelings of frustration and disappointment with the therapeutic process.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey doctor dumb ass or should I call you doctor Weasel
Greeting the doctor with an insult and questioning his competence


What are you picking on your easel?
Asking the doctor about his task


I should be sucking diesel
Expressing frustration that the doctor is wasting time


The Darkness is closing in man
Feeling overwhelmed and hopeless


The Darkness is fucking closing in
Emphasizing the severity of the situation


And you're playing ghost
Accusing the doctor of being uninvolved


You son of a bitch
Insulting the doctor


I pay you 35 dollars an hour
Reminding the doctor of their monetary compensation


And goddamn I didn't expect that
Expressing disappointment


Get every cent with that I put into you motherfucker
Demanding that the doctor earns their pay


Where are you motherfucker?
Asking the doctor about their whereabouts


Doctor diesel, doctor Weasel
Mocking and insulting the doctor with their previously used names


Picking on your easel
Continuing mocking of the doctor's supposed task


My God, you're nothing but a worthless piece of shit
Insulting and belittling the doctor




Lyrics © MOMAD MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: Jamie Spaniolo, Paul Methric

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Comments from YouTube:

@tdub694201

blibady boo

@cyrushoballa2423

could tis possibly be the same as dr fallenlegna?

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