Rozz Dyliams, Crimewave - Hospital lyrics

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

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