Surgery chords by Dr. Dooom, Motion Man

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Verse 1
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Dr. Doom, yeah, okay
You wanna face up,
move out, get position
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Truck jury is heavy competition
Your girl move with them
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thongs in the kitchen
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When I talk to the hawk, fly to a mission
The present move, everybody listen
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To Scott Lee rock, Red Bull like Pippin
The verse stopper,
with words turnin' over flippin'
You in the wheelchair,
bobbin' like Sam Cripplin'
You fat for pork,
your girl's home eatin' chitlins
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You claim the fiddle,
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pom -poms in the middle
Superstars,
respect the kids with peanut brittle
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Boy Scott would die for
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play like Roger Trout
Shits go off,
the girl's swarmin' the mob
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I'm Baskin' Rob, I'm Baskin' Bob
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Across from the lizard,
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walkin' right be  hind the frog
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I'm out in Europe,
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with the blondes hangin' right on the side
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The porn stars be out in Prague
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You get paid for surgery
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to look like me
Top dollar, face cut, your butt,
stomach tuck
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You can look, act like,
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can't hold our jocks up
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You get paid for surgery to look like me
Top dollar, face cut,
your butt, stomach tuck
You can look, act like,
but never will measure up
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Dua or Magada, have another one
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An office door named Blake,
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DDS, Naginata
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Girl, what is your problem?
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I don't know, but I wanna
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Grab me by your ilium
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and thrust into your soul
like you was inhaling helium
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Parmesan fragrance,
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walking down Pi  co
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with my ambiance
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Covers me, looking like the sirens
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of an ambulance surrounding me
Eat less, Jared Peck,
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food pet par rot, 24 karat
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Bucks, money married,
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money green -eyed er  rant
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Sermon, reverend, run a thrust group,
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white square on my esophagus
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Preach nigga, preach like Pryor,
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Ghost Rider style on fire
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Amsterdam red light,
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higher in the district,
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none strict or quiet
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Vehicles of stardom, dilated pupil,
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black beamer and a visine
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I'm a white navigator,
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no mustard or no mayonnaise,
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stock rims mobbin'
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Doctors get your girls lower throbbin', slobbin',
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throbbin' paid for surgery to look like me
Top dollar face, cut your butt,
stomach tuck
Am 
You can look, act like,
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can't hold our jocks up
Am 
You get paid for surgery to look like me
Bb 
Top dollar face, cut your butt,
stomach tuck
You can look, act like,
but never will measure up
Am 
Now I'm verged up, you berfed up,
you bakin' served up
Move up, what's up, lips up
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Am 
Need grease, roast pork tail,
you're overweight cookin' duck
Carvel to sell, when you find a hotel
Make your resi pour
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when you find a motel
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Blind people dance to the jam and braille,
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Bb 
drinkin' alazel E40 water
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and a lime green cutlass
I'm Ron Shottie with Selly Cell
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Iced up with a cuh, like Pernell
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Robot up on the dance floor,
like Shears and Yonel
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Culinary missionary,
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porterhouse daily
Cervantes is in La Costa
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No surgery needed, lookin' good,
you an aposter
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God givin' you facelifts is birth
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Dallas Cowboy, Rome
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White, t -shirt in my smurf
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I glean, best model, pancake,
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Houndstaff, call it
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Black power, black love, race,
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Spanish girl, lover
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Paul Artienda,
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do it, not procrastinate, member
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Bodega, what you want, girl?
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Ice cream, lifesavers
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I'm an audio specialist in  your barrio
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My clavicle up in your neck,
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thrusts magico
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I got the magic stroke I follow
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Mayweather to the ring in vest -o
You get paid for surgery to look like me
Top dollar face, cut your butt,
stomach tuck
You can look, act like,
can't hold our jocks up
Am 
Bb 
You get paid for surgery to look like me
Top dollar face, cut your butt,
stomach tough
You can look, act like,
Am 
but never will measure up
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Am 
A 
you