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Frankenstein!

I'm not a clone, I'm a
Created the visions of a mastamind
This face, this soul, this is mine
But ya'll notice
Frankenstein!

So if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard
And his brother in this music game of smarts?
Bitch, we doing this since '93
10 years in so called industry
What I see is so many stars sucking
What we be is something that's truly the script
What ya'll know is only what they provide you
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 writing for me
And we put in mad work for the little that we've obtained
Ain't no covering my wall with my name
But my ever growing is spreading in mass
Enough to scare the shit out of playa hating ass
And you still wanna call me a

[Electricity

"We've done it..."

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

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

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

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

Frankenstein!

[Colton
If they're both clones, the fuck am I?
A painted body soaked in clone's formaldehyde?
to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the
the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you laying on the floor
Fuck what you know, I play a base for a domes and telephone poles because I'm out cold
Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you the rest
And it's a mothafucking shame to a bullet in your chest
For some shit you said you was high and thugging
Light a gas in your face, and look who ain't saying
You's a fake yourself, and fuck your
And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for your
And you can put it on my casket and my fan
40, these nuts, and our painted faces

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