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Xzibit » Plastic Surgery
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	[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
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