Speculationz
[Monoxide Child]
Speculation has it, that I'm the freakiest one
I like to rip out my tongue & 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 & in a grave, & I'm all alone & 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 & 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 & 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, & many personalities, & 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 & Twiztid don't give a ...
Mistaking, papered up, smashing independently
With a dedicated ass fanbase, & 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 & skating & bounce to this shit
Me & Twiztid be twisted
Me & Twiztid be gone
Me & Twiztid be blisted
Me & Twiztid be stoned
Gone on our head, dead, dead wrong
Smoking turtle, beating on our chest like King Kong
Conversating acting & 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
