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[Monoxide Child] Speculation has it, that I'm the freakiest one I like to rip out my tongue and spit the black magic And I'm supposed to be fucking some crack addict without a rubber? And I already got a baby by her mother? They say I'm a sci-fi wizard of sorts And my momma, she was a banshee, she was drowned by the courts They say my little brother Jamie, he's dead and in a grave, and I'm all alone and afraid And everything I gave has been so underestimated, I've been hated by generations For having conversations with people who didn't make it How could I fake it? I'm a monster, remember me? The weirdo with the axe, from another galaxy I keep a blender in my kitchen filled to rim with the blood And spit suspicions of me drinking it up So it's fucked, scatter stones, get out my Kool-Aid I'm blasting away from all you haters Hit me up on my two-way [Chorus x4] Besides some bullshit falling down I'm okay [Jamie Madrox] Speculation has it that I'm a drunk and a drug addict A shit talker, always trying to start static A borderline faggot, with long fingernails Letras de cancionesEither that or he's a coke head, but I don't think he cares Speculation has it that I have already engaged in sexually fantasies with me and Gwen Stefani A video taping, internet downloads Speculations is called is the one who gets boned I can't escape it, mistake it, or fake it out Look you in the face as if I don't know what you talking about Speculation, you heard I don't spit on no bodies shit, but no, don't hate me Many mouths to feed, and many personalities, and me looking to get P.A.I.D Is it a lie or is it true? You can put that on our skills they stay snug like my Batman suit [Chorus x4] Besides some bullshit falling down I'm okay [E-40] Smash the flash I have the plastic backing Speculation, hateration, me and Twiztid don't give a ... Mistaking, papered up, smashing independently With a dedicated ass fanbase, and don't a mothafucka hear from me Speculation, see they just don't know I be rapping too fast, they be listening too slow I be spitting sluggish E-40 be spitting thuggish E-40 be representing the bottery up in the cop, got the dirt popping Ain't no stopping a pimp Walk with a limp Elbows on bimp Flopping on hips Sipping on sip, sipping on sip Dipping and skating and bounce to this shit Me and Twiztid be twisted Me and Twiztid be gone Me and Twiztid be blisted Me and Twiztid be stoned Gone on our head, dead, dead wrong Smoking turtle, beating on our chest like King Kong Conversating acting and poking, that's how it's hanging today Trying to persuade this liquor into giving me brain [Chorus x4] Besides some bullshit falling down I'm okay From Letras Mania