BluntedBeatz - Doctor Viviani lyrics

[Intro: GoodFella & (Atticus)] Yo, Atticus, man Sometimes the motherf**ing police be staring at me so f**ing hard, n***a (f**ing pigs, bruh!) Wish I had taken the - the better path, you know (It's awful out here) sh**, you know I used study to be a doctor (word?) I should've been a f**ing doctor, taking patients and sh** [Verse I] Look kids, I met Hip-Hop thanks to a lucky whim Bumping Eminem and playing Nintendo since I was rocking overalls, drunk playing Pokémon Battling my friends for dividends to deliver sin I was shady! In seventh grade I nicknamed me ‘Slim' sh**, I wasn't even skinny then, but my rhetoric And the fact I could rhyme sentences about everything Doctor's forced my mouth sewn for censorship Picture that like your mom's naked images Before I started hitting this pound of gra** I was skipping cla** flunking math, of course, it's negligence Pulmonary surgeon? Man, who'd ever think I'd get to this (Doc, is that why you been rhyming since the tale began?) Son, I never land like peter pan so the rhyming never planned And really patience all I need to get to better understand My Vietnam veteran patient name Samuel Penderbrant AKA that n***a Anorexic Sam, fan with a shelter fam Knock in his girlfriend's door screaming… “Please Pauline! I need a clean syringe!” Damn! No one will ever understand Sam Except white and rich kids popping Vicodin mixed with Nyquil it gives this imaginative trip, kids But only a glimpse of what good pot can bring you (You crazy! Man, how much Shady you got in you?) [Verse II] Quite a lot! I'm brain damaged off the schnapps And my ego soars, preying like a savage when I talk Demented doc blazing higher than prescription cost Till red and blue sirens smash my face into the rocks Certificate they hand me, pawned; Blasting A repurchased CD, burning trees Naturally in tune like birds and bees (Oh my god! Dad, Dude, emergency!) Clear the room I need a nursing team urgently! Stat! (Why?) b**h I'm an epidemic that you better quarantine I'm currently, the sickest one MC's ain't f**ing touching me (Oh!) But they're feeling these sk**s of sending chills Storming deep, thrilling ligaments intent on k**ing sentiments of sorrow - like a bottle Of the Henny when it's swallowed from the rim as medicine Kids there's your dad gaining consciousness again? That's a common occurring theme and I love to play the menace From my favorite horror scenes slowly inject some gin In your contorted spleen and scorch your teen As I torture teams with hopes of dope recording dreams I'm just a normal being, scrubs I'm rocking orange/green Coping with the gore and screams Sacrifice you to the gods I don't believe Smoking dosia leaves when Po-lice Flashed a badge, asked “Doc, who just got this dude k**ed? Like Rikrok, it wasn't me, up to he to pop blue pills And the blunt down his pipe's to show how pot could k** [Interlude: Viviani & (Anorexic Sam)] Sorry I'm late for our appointment Mr.. (f** you! Call me Sam) Well Sam, the results returned positive for pulmonary fibrosis Unfortunately the tissue has scarred, we can slow down its progression by making a small incision in your sternocleidomastoid. And treat it, thanks to our advance technology with Windex (Windex? What the f**?) Yeah. Windex (What type of f**ing doctor are you?) [Verse III] Type of doctor, soak my gauze in cyanide and vodka Suicidal plots against your momma's anima subconscious Give your girl the finger then extend my pinky just to shock her Nauseous at the sight of blood, a higher dose of ganja To laugh and ride along when you past comes back to haunt ya I'm an acid flashback, who finds life at times obnoxious Alliterate illiterates, have you ever written sh** between the lines? Reading mine won't define the lyrics, b**h Check it, they told me save the world, I was born to wreck it n***as felt the message meant to numb my pain like anasthetics And I'm pathetic? Never sold my soul to be a medic I found exactly what I love, if it k**s me, f** it let it Plus, do you trust a scalpel that can slash a serious vein In my hands? If so, I'm not the one with a delirious brain Atticus, these masochist love to experience pain So I'm axing them, what y'all think of my ingenious name? The doctor! (Outro) Attention Doctor Viviani, please report to the ICU (2X) b**h, get the f** over here, we can see you