Plastic Surgery
    (专辑: At The Speed Of Life - 1996)
    
    [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 
scalpel, the 
alcohol, clamps  25 hundred get you style enhanced  It's like   [Saafir:]  This, mask right here 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 to interracial  After I'm done, you might have a 
little pouch though  Nothing 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, I 
hope you got insurance  Before I 
sit you on my gurney  And lead you to an anesthetic breather  If you're not broke, I'll save your face like dope and make it right  Cause being fake ain't tight  You need plastic surgery   I 
hear the 
same ole rhymes, the 
same ole style  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)   [Xzibit:]  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?  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   [Ras Kass:]  I 
date fat girls that weigh 215  With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the 
pussy  I'm performing vinyl liposuctions  (Fat MC?)  Phat production, motherfucking facial reconstruction  Needles injected 33 RPM of anesthetic for actors who require cosmetic  Sex changes from bitch niggas to rah-rah 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-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 ole rhymes, the 
same ole style  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)  (It seems you need plastic surgery)   [Ras Kass:]  I'm like Dougie Howser M.D with a 
desert eagle  Criminal Genius  Operation, separating them Siamese twins hanging beneath them niggas' penis  Take it to your face like a 
skin graft  Rappers, I 
specialize in talent transplants  You want fat lips nurse get the 
collagen  And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the 
cum you and Richard Gere be swallowing  Now following ask Vanna to buy you vowels  So you can see I, aye, E-Swift, oh, you know why  We remain uncontested to the 
contender, we can  Million Man March all the 
way to December  January, February 28th   [Saafir:]  I 
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 ya sick, but I'm a 
doctor, don't trip  Hopefully, in surgery, I 
won't slip  On a 
tile that file and twist ya lips  Like Gomer Pyle  Prescriptions I'm over-ripe  For the 
ones that's overbiting on dental records  Biting, 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 of my office)  You don't have an appointment or an application  For me to attack your face in my practice  Never lacking when I'm inserting these plastic patches  Seems like you need plastic surgery