Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frankenstein, artist - Twiztid. Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Song language: English
Frankenstein |
| I’m not a clone, I’m a frankenstein |
| Created through the visions of a mastamind |
| This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine |
| But ya’ll don’t notice |
| Frankenstein! |
| So what if I use jumper cables to kick start this retard |
| And his brother in this music game of street smarts? |
| Bitch, we been doing this since '93 |
| 10 years in this so called industry |
| What I see is so many stars sucking dick |
| What we be is something that’s truly flipping the script |
| What ya’ll know is only what they provide you with |
| A song is a song even if you call it a hit |
| My face is my property, painted up or not |
| Wearing a mask, whatever I have or have not |
| We come as an extension of who I be, ain’t nobody writing raps for me |
| And basically we put in mad work for the little that we’ve obtained |
| Ain’t no plaques covering my wall with my name |
| But my ever growing family is spreading in mass |
| Enough to scare the shit out of your playa hating ass |
| And you still wanna call me a clone? |
| «We've finally done it…» |
| I’m not a clone, I’m a frankenstein |
| Created through the visions of a mastamind |
| This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine |
| But ya’ll don’t notice |
| Frankenstein! |
| People, the panic’s kinda wide spread |
| I’m shedding skins like chameleons just to keep up my disguises |
| Now I’m hearing that this is the only reason that the people play me |
| But they really hate me when my make-up's off |
| You sound soft, goo |
| And I’ma put it in the words of the B.I., then maybe you will realize |
| This ain’t a game, and I ain’t a clone, it ain’t the fame it’s the microphone |
| And all the family I’ve obtained over the years who representing for the same |
| fears |
| You keep hating and disrespecting |
| Violent J put us up on the grind 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 worry about the haters, you just bring it |
| from withinside.» |
| So this soul, this song, this rhyme, is the soul of your very own Frankenstein |
| I’m not a clone, I’m a frankenstein |
| Created through the visions of a mastamind |
| This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine |
| But ya’ll don’t notice |
| Frankenstein! |
| «If it’s blown up, you’ll see that it’s good, and multiplied! |
| Good, but it’s.» |
| Frankenstein |
| Frankenstein! |
| If they’re both clones, what the fuck am I? |
| A painted dead body soaked in clone’s formaldehyde? |
| Known to sway your eye and straight knock out teeth |
| And bring the heat to your zone, leaving ya to smoke in the street |
| Knocking the beats, knocking the throw, knocking your door off the hinges |
| Fuck you bitches and all you haters laying on the floor |
| Fuck what you know, I play a base for a haters domes and telephone poles |
| because I’m out cold |
| Colton the undying, Blaze ya dead, you know the rest |
| And it’s a mothafucking shame to catch a bullet in your chest |
| For some shit you said when you was high and thugging |
| Light a gas in your face, and look who ain’t saying nothing |
| You’s a fake yourself, and fuck your wealth |
| And fucking with a Frankenstein is bad for your health |
| And you can put it on my casket and my fan bases |
| This 40, these nuts, and our painted faces |
| I’m not a clone, I’m a frankenstein |
| Created through the visions of a mastamind |
| This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine |
| But ya’ll don’t notice |
| Frankenstein! |