Plastic Surgery (feat. Ras Kass & Saafir)

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(Ha-ha-ha) doctor (yeah), doctor (ha-ha-ha)

I need help (ha-ha-ha) doctor (ah, yeah)

(Sit down and then wait your turn)

Sit your ass down (ha-ha-ha)

(Do it like-)

You have, scars in your mask like Seal

That ain't for real

We'll have to fix that, yo, nigga, sit back

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 scalpel, the alcohol, clamps (clamps)

25 hundred, get your style enhanced

It's like this (this)

Mask right here will lift your grill

It'll put height in your mack

Don't take too much off

If you want a nose like Michael Jackson (yeah)

If you want it done right, nigga come see this

Maybe even send your bitch

We can fix them tits (ha-ha-ha)

From a C-cup to a double D-cup

Make them big shits, doctor lick 'em, (skrill) yeah

I like to, axe 'em, jack 'em for their financial

Need a facial?, I'll change the skin tone to interracial

After I'm done, you might have a little pouch though (yeah)

Nothin' my scalpel can't fix, what kind of face you want?

(I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme)

It'll cost you

(But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!)

That's imposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone

What type of shit you on?, Hope you got insurance?

Before I sit you on my Gurney and lead you to an anaesthetic breather

If you're not broke, I'll shave your face like dope and make it right

'Cause being fake ain't tight (tight)

You need plastic surgery (yeah)

I hear the same old rhymes (yeah)

Same old style (style)

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Same old rhymes (we gon' rock this style)

Same old style (seems you need plastic surgery) (rock it)

Same old style (here we go, uh)

I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list

I like to malpractice, complicate a surgery

Intoxicated, smoke cigarettes, drop ashes in your open gases

Feel the utensil, knife is dull like a pencil, and what? (What?)

When a nigga play pussy, get fucked

Without a kiss or a hug, I'm like contaminated blood transfused from a junkie

With the heroin Jones, I reconstruct the bones of all hip hop clones

I date fat girls that weigh 215, with low self-esteem (date the girl wrong)

'Cause it's easier to get the pussy (please, don't get it, ha-ha-ha) (come on, yeah)

I'm performing vinyl liposuctions (Fat MC?)

Phat production, motherfuckin' facial reconstruction (ah)

Needles injected 33 RPM of anesthetic for actors who require cosmetic (cosmetic)

Sex changes from bitch niggas, to rah-rah niggas

The only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick

That shit is full-blown (full-blown), you better head to the clinic

After Captain Save-A-Ho, we had the sex lieutenant

Operate get straight, we here to separate the fake from the classic

Niggas get blasted if they plastic

I hear the same old rhymes (yeah)

Same old style (style)

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I'm like Dougie Howser M.D with a desert eagle, criminal genius

Operation, separatin' them Siamese twins, hangin' beneath them niggas' penis

Take it to your face like a skin graft

Rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (what?)

You want fat lips? Nurse get the collagen

Ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be swallowin'

Now (followin'), then ask Vanna to buy you vowels

So you can see I, A, E-Swift, O, U know Y

We remain uncontested to the contender

We can Million Man March all the way to December, January (ha-ha), February 28th

I (I wash) never wash my hands

The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick, but I'll split you quick

Got hands like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wrists and I make you sick

But I'm a doctor (doctor), don't trip

Hopefully, in surgery, I won't slip on a tile that file and twist your lips, like Gomer Pyle

Prescriptions, I'm over-ripe for the ones that's overbitin' on dental records

Bitin', to God, send your blessings, I'll put your mask on, fast like Ramadan

Mix them bitches like half Lola Falana, half blonde in the paper

They named me a Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients

(Bitch, get out off my office)

You don't have an appointment or an application for me to attack your face in my practice (uh)

Never lackin' when I'm inserting these plastic patches

Seems like you need plastic surgery

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Same old style (style)

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