Hospital

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams] Doctor Dylan kill to satisfy my urge of death Gaining fortune off of rapping like I even give a shit If a bitch wanna talk shit, you see a bitch get hit All I wanna see is violence and I'm the cause of it Yeah it's Rozz, ya bitch, coming down, tippin' threes and fours Where'd you get your medical degree? You don't need to know My anesthesiologist got pigtails and you know she go So if you're nervous, let your mind unwind and let your breathing slow Sink in deep below t o the place Dylan go When he need to go to get away from everything, if only for a minute though Waking up to flashbacks, what a time to be alive In an operating room with the the windows open at night Welcome to surgery world Everything you see inside is mine to pick apart and stitch and slice until I get it right Ah, perfection, what a sense of tension knowing you might die A meticulous way to lose all sense of direction and time Yeah it's surgery man I hit the surgery rhyme Put a scar on your head, the real kings at crime Crimewave checking pussies like the head of obstetrics Dylan get the green tip the triple beam off the metrics I detonate the arsenic I got up in your prescription You know I hate you with a passion, it ain't no need to mention But while I gotcha in my haunted hospital of transgression Undergoing radical treatments that ain't never been tested [Verse 2: Crimewave] Ay Crimewave up in this like my name Dr. Nick I don't got a license but I never, ever, ever hesitate to cut a bitch I'm about my cheddar, ain't nobody better Watch the way that I just flick my wrist I lobotomize these rappers, man, you woulda thought a nigga went to school for it Okay, this bitch look like shit and her face, like, no Lookin' like the elephant man but I can fix that, though Peel that face back quick, scalp your ass like a pro I'm a deep web surgeon and I got it for the low Okay now anesthetics for the cheap, aye Put yo ass right to sleep, aye Scalpels they all up on me, aye Cut yo ass, you can't see, aye Fuck with Handzum that's a sin, aye Cut yo ass limb from limb, aye Separate you like some twins, aye Now you got a Chelsea grin, aye Bitch, don't give me no lip, aye I'ma stitch up yo shit, aye Shoulda just kept your mouth shut, aye Now you talk when I permit, aye I'ma give u a tip, aye Pain is what I prescript, aye Leave they bodies in the bag and count my bands and dip, aye