Speculationz

[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

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 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