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Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the visions of a
This face, this soul, rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

So what if I use jumper cables to kick start retard
And his brother in this music game of smarts?
Bitch, we been doing this '93
10 years in this so called
What I see is so many sucking dick
we be is something that's truly flipping the script
What ya'll know is only what provide you with
A is a song even if you call it a hit
My face is my property, up or not
Wearing a mask, whatever I or have not
We come as an extension of who I be, ain't nobody raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the that we've obtained
Ain't no covering my wall with my name
But my ever growing is spreading in mass
to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass
And you wanna call me a clone?

[Electricity

"We've finally it..."

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created through the visions of a
This face, soul, this rhyme is mine
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

People, the panic's kinda spread
I'm shedding like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the only reason that the play me
But they really me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And 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 it's the microphone
And all the family I've obtained over the who representing for the same fears
You keep and disrespecting
Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You gotta keep an axe in your waist at all times, and it's a lot of people
that's just looking to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it withinside."
So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of very own Frankenstein

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is
But don't notice
Frankenstein!

"If it's blown up, see that it's good, and multiplied! Good, but it's.."

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, what the am I?
A painted dead body in clone's formaldehyde?
Known to sway your eye and knock out teeth
And bring the to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters on the floor
what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the
And it's a shame to catch a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said when you was and thugging
Light a gas in face, and look who ain't saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and fuck wealth
And with a Frankenstein is bad for your health
And you can put it on my casket and my fan
This 40, these nuts, and our painted

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!