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Frankenstein!

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

So what if I use jumper cables to start this retard
And his brother in this music game of street
Bitch, we been doing since '93
10 in this so called industry
What I see is so stars sucking dick
What we be is something truly flipping the script
What ya'll is only what they provide you with
A song is a song even if you it a hit
My face is my property, up or not
Wearing a mask, I have or have not
We come as an extension of who I be, ain't writing raps for me
And we put in mad work for the little that we've obtained
Ain't no plaques covering my wall my name
But my ever growing family is spreading in
Enough to scare the out of your playa hating ass
And you still wanna call me a

[Electricity

"We've finally it..."

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

People, the panic's kinda wide
I'm shedding skins like chameleons to keep up my disguises
Now I'm hearing that this is the reason that the people play me
But they really hate me when my off
You soft, goo
And I'ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you realize
This ain't a game, and I ain't a clone, it ain't the fame it's the
And all the family I've 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 keep an axe in your 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 soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein

x2]
I'm not a clone, I'm a
through 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, the fuck am I?
A painted dead body in clone's formaldehyde?
to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to your zone, ya to smoke in the street
Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the
you bitches and all you haters laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, ya dead, you know the rest
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 your face, and look who saying nothing
You's a fake yourself, and your wealth
And fucking with a is bad for your health
And you can put it on my and my fan bases
This 40, nuts, and our painted faces

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