Speculationz

[Voice repeating] Be where you wanna be, and you're doing what you wanna do [E-40] Mob that shit up, bee-yatch!!! [Voice repeating] Who cares what they think about you? [Verse 1: Monoxide] Peculation 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 [Hook x4: Twiztid] You start some bullshit fallin' down (Fallin' down) I'm ok (I'm ok) [Verse 2: Jamie Maddrox] 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 Either 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 that I don't spit on no bodies shit But no, don't hate me Many mouths to feed, and many personalities In 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: E-40] We smash the flash and if I have to blast it back, get 'em up, hit 'em up Speculations, hater-ations, me and Twiztid don't give a fiz-nuck Cause we gon' stay gettin' papered up, and stay smashin' indepently With a dedicated ass fan base that'll do a motherfucker in for me Speculations, but see they just don't know I don't be rappin' too fast, they just be listenin' too slow I don't be spittin' sluggish, E-40 Water be spittin' thug shit 40 be representin' the bowery up in the Compton, got the third hoppin' Ain't no stoppin' a pimp, me walk with a limp Elbows on gimp, puffin' on hits, sippin' on sip Sippin' on sip, dippin' and skatin' and bouncin' and shit Me and Twiztid be twisted, me and Twiztid be gone Me and Twiztid be blizted, me and Twiztid be stoned Gone on our head, dead, dead wrong Smokin' turtle, beatin' on our chest like King Kong Conversatin', lickin' and pokin', high powered slangin' of the day Tryin' to persuade this liquor into giving me brain [Hook] [Voice repeating] Who cares what they think about you? [Hook]