(feat. Colton Grundy)



Frankenstein!



[Chorus]

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!



[Madrox]

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?



[Electricity buzzing]



"We've finally done it..."



[Chorus x2]

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!



[Monoxide]

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



[Chorus x2]

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



[Syn]

Frankenstein!



[Colton Grundy]

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



[Chorus x2]

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!


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