Artist: Bronze Nazareth f/ Cheehf Examinah
Album:  n/a
Song:   Kevorkian
Typed by: Davida.b.
 
[Cheehf Examinah]
Yo, yo
I deliver passages of sickness from the hospital
Deconstruct your actual physical attributes, whenever possible
A doctor full of ripple, the temple's ready for the facts of life
Pass the knife, and recreate the acts of Christ
Might vomit on the table, keep my sights stable
Doc Cheehf of surgery, nervous hand from white label
Stagger to the patient's room, eyes are half moon
Fall forward on the black stool, where's my bag of tools?
Start work as I drool on the shirt
Of my saturated scrubs, fuck sanitary gloves
Nurse, check his pulse and give him some anesthesia
Who cares how little, just so long as the man can still see up
Got a shot glass underneath the mask
My colleagues wonder and ask why I keep tilting my head back
Gettin' dizzy as I start the proceedings
While the room is slowly spinning, and my patient's start sheeping

[Bronze Nazareth]
I see the nurse and the deacon, my teeth can't speakin'
Only my vital signs, wipin' mine to the Cheehf examiner
Hands feel like lanterns, fuck, is the damn nurse
Feel like I've been slammed worse, than a man in a damn herse
In trails, grant worse than Steven Segal slacks
And he's droolin' on my hemostats, why is he leaning back?
Is that a steaming glass, hidden under his demon mask?
I'm seeing a beamin' flash, in the hallway, everlast
Ever cash is the end, where life meets past sin
His eyes look like a glass, laid with dead fish swim
Is that a scalpel, or a ball point pen
He's spinning on that black stool again, asking me, how I am
With an icy purple smile, and a gin, like evil grin
Now I'm in a slight table spin, where was at the groom
Or was at the Earth's axis, hold steam for that.. who kid
Burnt flashes
 
[Cheehf Examinah]
I'm drunk as hell, and I don't comprehend
Keep the body on the table, and please don't ever talk again
Despite my vision, I started in, with the incision
A dirty cross cut, like cannibals, in the kitchen
Hopin' that his kidney's will last
As I sit lit, lay back, tappin' a syringe on the glass
Mix his blood up, every moment is a battle, not sad
at all, handlin' scalpels in the back hall
 
[Bronze Nazareth]
I hope to hell I see this doc again
I hope to hell he inhale some oxygen
And rock this man, with a shot to his block head gin
Raises the scalpel's, tissues, veins, capillaries
Cuts of Bloody Mary, oh wait, cut through my blood
Why the fuck is he closin' me up
Aww shit, nurses just said 303
Is that my head, what the fuck is a constant beep? {*Flatline beep*}