Xzibit Plastic Surgery Lyrics

At the Speed of Life Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Grand Opening (interlude)
  • 2 At the Speed of Life
  • 3 Just Maintain
  • 4 Eyes May Shine
  • 5 Positively Negative
  • 6 Don’t Hate Me (interlude)
  • 7 Paparazzi
  • 8 The Foundation
  • 9 Mrs. Crabtree (interlude)
  • 10 Bird’s Eye View
  • 11 Hit & Run, Part II
  • 12 Carry the Weight
  • 13 Plastic Surgery
  • 14 Enemies & Friends
  • 15 Last Words (interlude)
  • Arabian Voice:Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
    Nurse:Sit down and wait your turn
    Xzibit: Sit your *** down

    You have, scars in your mask like Seal
    That ain't for real
    We'll have to fix that, yo ***** sit back

    Your flow remind me of a ***** 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...

    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

    If you want it done right, ***** come see this
    maybe even send your *****
    We can fix them ****
    From a see cup to a double D cup
    Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah

    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

    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 ***** face named Saafir!

    That's inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
    What type of **** you on, I hope you got insurance
    Before I sit you on my gurney
    And lead you to an anesthetic breather
    If ya 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 surgury)
    (It seems you need plastic surgury)
    (It seems you need plastic surgury)
    (It seems you need plastic surgury)
    (It seems you need plastic surgury)

    I'm located, at, the bottom of the black list
    I like to malpractice, complicate a surgery
    Intoxicated, smoke cigarettes, drop *** in your gases
    feel the utensil, knife is dull like a pencil
    And what?
    When a ***** place ***** get ****ed
    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

    I date fat girls that weight 215
    With low self esteem, cause it's easier to get the *****
    I'm performing vinyl liposuctions

    Phat MC

    Phat production, **********in' facial reconstruction
    Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
    sex changes from ***** *****s to ra ra *****s
    the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick

    This **** is full blown, you better head to the clinic
    After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
    Operate get straight, we hear to separate the fake from the classic
    *****s get blasted if they plastic


    I'm like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
    Criminal Genius
    operation, seperatin' them siamese twins hangin' beneath them *****s 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
    Now followin' aks Vanna to buy you flowers
    so you can see (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) you (you) know why (why)
    We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
    Million Man March all the way to December
    January, Feburary 28th

    I, never, wash my hands
    The only rubber gloves I wear is on my ****
    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 that's over bitin' on dental records
    bitin', to God, send your blessings
    I'll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
    and *****es, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
    A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
    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 surgury

    Written by: Alvin Joiner, Eric Brooks, John R. Austin, Reggie Gibson
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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