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Frankenstein!

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

So if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard
And his brother in this game of street smarts?
Bitch, we been this since '93
10 years in this so called
What I see is so many stars dick
What we be is something that's truly the script
What know is only what they provide you with
A song is a song 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 of who I be, ain't nobody writing raps for me
And basically we put in mad work for the little we've obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my wall with my
But my ever family is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the out of your playa hating ass
And you still wanna me a clone?

[Electricity

"We've finally it..."

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

People, the panic's kinda wide
I'm skins like chameleons just to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing this is the only reason that the people play me
But they hate me when my make-up's off
You soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., maybe you will realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the
And all the I've obtained over the years who representing for the same fears
You keep and disrespecting
Violent J put us up on the grind and said "You gotta an axe in your waist at all times, and it's a whole lot of people
just looking to side, so don't worry about the haters, you just bring it from 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 is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're clones, what the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in formaldehyde?
Known to your eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles I'm out cold
the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest
And it's a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in chest
For some shit you said you was high and thugging
a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and fuck wealth
And fucking with a 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 through the of a mastamind
face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya'll don't
Frankenstein!