…and so the resurgence of the Emergency Musical Interlude continues.
Always enjoyable to review the ‘early’ works of future docs – here we have a med school Parody/Remix of Chris Brown’s “Look at me now” ft. Busta Rhymes & Lil’ Wayne by the University of New Mexico School of Medicine Class of 2015 (UNM SOM 15)
…and for the older playa’ …the subtitles
I don’t understand how you could hate from outside of med school,
You can’t even get in… leggo.
Yellow Mucous membrane,
Yup, yup, that stuff look like a fimbriae,
I just took out 4 years worth of loans, in 2 days,
Ladies love me, I go to med school,
And my white coat’s nice and pressed, what you think fool?
She cut it all off, Frank-y Netters,
And them suicide patients, serotonin,
Look at me now,
Look at me now, oh,
Look at me now, oh,
Look at me now, yeah,
I’m fresher than a Pharm student
Grande cup at Starbucks, gotta get a tall one,
But I gotta get off that ish,
Better bring your chick, if you with her,
Than I’ll diagnose her with, Kyphosis
Oops I said, Kyphosis,
I ain’t really mean to say, Kyphosis,
But since we talking about drop wrist,
All of you haters say hi to it. I’m done.
Ayo what’s up y’all, let me show you how to sudy for that step one man,
Everybody get your Q-banks out and ready right now…
First year, little bit of conscience,
Flow sick, little bit of coughing,
Got it locked when the plot don’t stop,
And I feel so lost, when I’m skimming through Robbins.
Been a minute since I had a little vision of the sun,
Or the optic nerve on a fun-doscopic, lost in the process,
Hope I don’t drop it when I’m done
Cuz I needa get a little more done, with the physical,
minimal lung sounds seem so critical yet I gotta get em all in,
gotta fit em all in in a 20 minute interval.
So, isn’t it, oh so typical, livin off first aid, loans, and a pitiful,
debt plan riddled with a visual deficit,
buy another book, just to end up selling it.
And I’ll take it back, like an LP,
L4-L5 through the epi-dural,
white coat with a flattering swag,
and man you smell like anatomy lab
on another level like a dermatome,
chain on my neck, stethoscope.
and I never really brag to anybody what I’m doing
so I get a little foolish when i let it go,
see I never really knew that all the ladies would love it
if i got a pair of scrubs, like I’m Buffett,
I don’t want to be mean, but if I’m Warren,
these chicks need black box warnings.
Girl I can’t tell if you been winking, or got mild ptosis,
plus when you dance, it really looks like some dystonic motion
Man forget these med school girls, Nursing students how y’all doin
All these girls I’m impressing, with these words like angiotensin
Im a first year, no pretending, getting pimped by my attending
Got these patients feeling pleasant, prescribing antidepressants
I, never give a care about a gunner,
Cuz you know ima stunna, Let me hear for a murmur,
Got a nice stethoscope and your girlfriend’s number
Your heart ain’t beating, screw it tell a drummer
Doc said “spread em” and I said, “wait”,
3-9 turn, where’s the prostate?
I care what you say, so tell me more,
Oh what, you got a sore throat?
That’s word to my coat, and my coat white,
Associated symptoms on my mind, can’t take a history like mine,
15 minutes, I’m not even trying, whats poppin slime?
Opiods son, and if their tripping, naltrexone
all these drugs, and my head spun, need methylphenidate for step one
I’m with Robbins on Friday night,
Read it twice, but ill read it thrice
And my pockets right, and my iPads white,
UpToDate is my website, my initials look official,
screw the phonies, no trisomies, but I still puts it Down,
I’m so first year, look at me now. Trick!