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Tytuł: Plastic Surgery

  • Wykonawca: Xzibit
  • Wy¶wietleń: 300
[Intro:]
  [Arabian Voice:] Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
  [Nurse:] Sit down and wait your turn
  [Xzibit:] Sit your ass down
  
  [Saafir:]
  You have, scars in your mask like Seal
  That ain't for real
  We'll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back
  
  [Xzibit:]
  Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don't feel
  Same style and delivery
  Might as well have his grill
  Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
  25 hundered get you style enhanced
  It's like...
  
  [Saafir:]
  This, mask right will lift your grill
  It'll put height in your mack
  Don't take to much off
  If you want a nose like Michael Jackson
  
  [Xzibit:]
  If you want it done right, nigga come see this
  maybe even send your bitch
  We can fix them tits
  From a C cup to a double D cup
  Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah
  
  [Saafir:]
  I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
  need a facial I'll change the skin tone in the inner racial
  After I'm done, you might have a little pouch tone
  Nothin' my scaple can't fix
  What kind of face you want
  
  [Singing Voice:]
  I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme
  
  [Saafir:]
  It'll cost you
  
  [Singing Voice:]
  But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!
  
  [Saafir:]
  That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
  What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance
  Before I sit you on my gurney
  And lead you to an anestetic breather
  If ya not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right
  Casue being fake ain't tight
  You need plastic surgury
  
  [Hook:]
  I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
  (It seems you need plastic surgury) [x5]
  
  [Xzibit:]
  I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list
  I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury
  Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases
  feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil
  And what?
  When a nigga place pussy get fucked
  Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood,
  Transfused from a junkie
  With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones
  Of all hip hop clones
  
  [Ras Kass:]
  I date fat girls that weight 215
  With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the pussy
  I'm performing vinyl liposuctions
  
  [Saafir:]
  Phat MC
  
  [Ras Kass:]
  Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction
  Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
  sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas
  the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick
  
  [Saafir:]
  This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic
  After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
  Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic
  niggas get blasted if they plastic
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Ras Kass:]
  I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
  Criminal Genius
  operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them niggas penis
  Take it to your face like a skin graph
  rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?)
  You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college
  And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be
  swallowin'
  Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers
  so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why)
  We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
  Million Man March all the way to December
  January, Feburary 28th
  
  [Saafir:]
  I, never, wash my hands
  The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
  But I'll split you quick
  Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand
  I make ya sick, but I'm a doctor, don't trip
  Hopefully, in surgury, I won't slip
  on a tile that file and twist ya lips
  Like Collin Powell
  Descriptions I'm overwrite
  For the ones thats over bitin' on dental records
  bitin', to God, send your blessings
  I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
  and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
  A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
  BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE
  You don't have an appointment or an application
  For me to attack your face in my practice
  Never lackin' when I'm insurting these plastic patches
  Seems like you need plastic surgery