ima doctor lyrics – sic ill

uh huh, uh huh
i’m a doctor, uh huh yea a paramedic
lets get it. let’s go

livin through my life is so crazy mane
like alaskan state patrol in the snow and rain/
hopefully you feel my pain
are you seein the same sh*t like window pane/
crucial as ever, in these streets in any weather
out making connections, all everywhere call it teather/
yea my rivals hot, you know that i’m better
heavenly flows up in the clouds
call me mario feather/
b*tches named heather
wearin striped shirts a trendsetter/
got the paris france mimes against me in vendetta/
and these letters form to words like scrabble
call my tracks rock music crack, formin outta the gravel/
this aint no gravel pit and i aint rza
got me smoking on the dubies rappin, there aint no smoke dza/
you’re kinda active but i’m busier
dj spin, you’ll get dizzier/
chicago bears, i’m grizzlier
singin, iggy azalea/
scare you like freddy
then you wanna hug my *ss like teddy/
larger than life figure
know my goals aint petty/
on these roads on foot
but my wife aint betty/
i’m dino on the flintstones
that’s why my bark so gritty/

(chorus)
i’m a doctor, bring you back to life like reagan
you convulsing shakin’, have your eyes awaken/
i’m a doctor, you might see god or satan
i dont have no patience, and your family’s waitin/

you’re rollin in a wheelchair and need your medication
just got out intensive care, thanks to my respiration/
and preparation. it equals our separation
of the do-wills – have-nots that fill up our nation/
while i got the dime they be masturbatin
lookin at vids, thinkin i’m fine
with all of the hatin, even the kids/
haven’t you heard of dope rap
or some lyrics on a beat that slap/
it’s some cr*p that my vocals sh*t
they be punchin in. i was makin hits/
new drumkits, on a beat machine
or fruity loops/
digital beats be on the usb
the itunes loops/
and i be on the stage like rage against the machine/
screamin in a rage to sell em tickets, cash-n-ca ching/
rather go to school for doctorin they get paid/
and with the riches come the b*tches and the mansion i’m laid/
for me to make it you say no way
drinkin on that koolaid/
sweat tea and minute-maid
but my fuel is more like propane/
got me in a office talkin to hank hill
barbequein texas style cuz my flows sic ill/
and i go kill bill, put em a trunk no limbs/
i be like hush just chill
then i dunk they *ss in a rim/

(chorus)
i’m a doctor, bring you back to life like reagan
you convulsing shakin’, have your eyes awaken/
i’m a doctor, you might see god or satan
i dont have no patience, and your family’s waitin/

i’m a doctor, bring you back to life like reagan
you convulsing shakin’, have your eyes awaken/
i’m a doctor, you might see god or satan
i dont have no patience, and your family’s waitin/

/ sic ill lyrics