Go go go go go go

Go redraw, there’s no birthdate

You didn’t label it, there’s no birthdate

You sent the wrong tubes, and yo, there’s no birthdate

And you know we don’t run no blood without a birthdate



You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap

But mommy I got the plates if you into growing that

You gonna have to wait tho you wanna have it STAT

So call talking that smack, I’ll just tell you it ain’t back



You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap

But homie I checked the plates and they growin’ hella staph

You better ask your date why you broke out in that rash

The RPR is back, treponema in that ass



When I pull out that slide you see the whites in clumps

When the blood’s hemolyzed they all deny they the one

Nurses mad I said redraw, now they never show me love

But when you work in the lab your best pal can be a glove

But homie ain’t nothing changed, crit down, whites up

I see that micro in the cut, yo homie tee that slide up

If you watch how I move you’ll mistake me for a pipetted pimp

Been splashed with a few vials but I ain’t positive yet

On the ward, e’ry day they saying “Lab is so wack”

They haters, I want ‘em to love us like they love path

But holla in da lab, the techs’ll tell you I’m loco

And the plan is to spin these samples in a circle

I’m fully focused man, crossmatch on my mind

Got a ml out the vial antibodies still bind

Now shorty said, she sending some bile, she sending micro

The cap, she didn’t screw tight now it’s all on my clothes



You can find me in da lab, urine full of casts

But mommy the prep is wet if you into whiffing that

I’m into my Pipettes I ain’t into runnin’ stats

So come with solid stool for c. diff, I’ll send it back



You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap

But mommy I got the plates if you into growing that

You gonna have to wait tho you wanna have it STAT

So come gimme a hug if you ever want it back



My flow cyto, my microscopes

They diagnose those nasty things

My hood, PCR, my tools, lab rulez

Look homie, when you call better say my name



And you should love us, way more than you hate us

Doc, you mad? We bled him dry, just cuz you made us

I’m that tech by the hood tryin’ to run these damn lytes

You that whiny intern tryin’ to order more, right?

Think twice when you clicking on them labs come on

These daily crits are the reason why his blood be gone

If yo’ crew overtesting, let them muthfricker’s learn

If you talking point of care, homie, I ain’t concerned

Imma tell you Liz Holmes told me “drop o’ blood, ditch the vial stuff”

If haters hate then let em hate but watch the lawyers pile up

Or we could stick just to what works and that’s a bottle of blood

So you know where we frickin’ be



You can find me in da lab, sputum thick as sap

But mommy I got the plates if you into growin’ that

It’s gotta incubate, ‘fore them MICs are back

So come looking for paps, and I’ll transfer you to path



You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap

But homie I checked the plates and they growin’ hella staph

You gonna have to wait, though you wanna have it STAT

So come gimme a hug if you ever want it back