FRANKENSTEIN!
I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice FRANKENSTEIN!
[Jamie Madrox]
So what if I use jumper cables to kick-start
This retard and his mother in the music game of street smarts
Bitch we been doing this since '93
Ten years in this so-called industry
What I see is so many stars sucking dick
What we be is something that's truly flipping the script
What y'all know is only what they provide you with
A song is a song even if you call it a hit
My face is my property, painted up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I have or have not
Become is an extension of who I be
Ain't nobody writing raps for me and basically
We put in mad work for the little that we've attained
Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my name
But my ever-growing family is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of your playa hatin' ass
And you still wanna call me a clone?
I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
[Monoxide Child]
You couldn't plan this kinda widespread
I'm shedding skins like chameleons just to keep off my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the people play me but they really hate me when my make-up's off
You sound soft goo, and I'mma put it in the words of the B-I
Then maybe you will realize
This ain't a game and I ain't a clone
It ain't the fame it's the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the years and represent
And for the same years you've been hating and disrespectin'
Violent J put us up on the ground
And said you gotta keep an axe on your waist at all times
And there's a whole lotta people that's just looking to ??
So don't worry about the haters and just bring it from what's inside
So this soul, this song, this rhyme
Is the soul of your very own Frankenstein
I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
If they're both clones then what the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in clothes, formaldehyde
Known to swell ya eye, straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to ya zone leaving some smoke in the street
Knockin' the beats, knockin' ya throat, knockin' ya door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters layin' on the pole
Fuck what you know! I'm playing baseball with hater domes
And telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the Undying; Blaze Ya Dead - you know the rest
And it's the mother fuckin' shame to catch a bullet in ya chest
For some shit you said when you was high and thuggin'
Now the gats in your face and look who ain't saying nothin'
You's a fake yourself and fuck your wealth
And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan bases
This 40, these nuts, and our painted faces
I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
I'm not a clone, I'm a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
