Call the doctor, Terrance Proctor is having a heart attack!!!
He’s been up all night drinking and he sure as hell can’t take it back
Not one bit
Throw him on that gurney before he starts having a goddamn fit!!
This is it, my one real chance to make a difference
ZIP goes the defibrillator…
Time to try and make that dying organ dance again
Stay with us, Terrance
This will not be your deathbed
Those merry angels, they can go ahead and wait

Welcome back, it was touch and go there for a while
Glad to see you sitting upright, smiling

Wait… he’s taken a turn for the worse
Dressed in my professional attire it’s hell hard for me not to curse
SEDATE! SEDATE!
Time we both earned our stripes, time for this homegrown Harlem boy to decide your fate

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