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Ras Kass

Genres: Hip-Hop

Plastic Surgery Lyrics - Ras Kass

f/ Ras Kass, Saafir 

 

Arabian Voice: Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor 

Nurse: Sit down and wait your turn 

Xzibit: Sit your ass down 

 

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 scaple, the alcohol, plants 

25 hundered get you style enhanced 

It's like... 

 

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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, 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 

 

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 

 

It'll cost you 

 

Photos 

 

Singing Voice: 

But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named 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 

 

I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style 

(It seems you need plastic surgury)X5 

 

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 

 

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 

 

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 

 

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 

 

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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