Rozz Dyliams – 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 oh low
To 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 I just flick my wrist
Out the bottom all these rappers man you woulda thought a nigga went to school for it [?]
Ok 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 yo ass like a pro
I'm a deep web surgeon and I got it for the low
Ok now anesthetics for the cheap (Ay)
Put yo ass right to sleep (Ay)
Scalpels they all up on me (Ay)
Cut yo ass you can't see (Ay)
Fuck with Hansen that's a sin (Ay)
Cut yo ass limb from limb (Ay)
Separate you like some twins (Ay)
Now you got a chelsea grin (Ay)
Bitch don't give me no lip (Ay)
I'ma stitch up yo shit (Ay)
Shoulda just kept your mouth shut (Ay)
Now you talk when I permit (Ay)
I'ma give u a tip (Ay)
Pain is what I prescript (Ay)
Leave they bodies in the bag and count my bands and dip (Ay!)