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[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 Do if your 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 tonight 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 From Letras Mania