I`m not a clone, I`m a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya`ll don`t notice FRANKENSTEIN!
Verse 1: (Jamie Madrox)
So what if I use jumper cables to kick-start
This retard and his mother in the music game of street smarts
Bitch we been doing this since `93
Ten 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 y`all 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
Become is 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 attained
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 hatin` ass
And you still wanna call me a clone?
Chorus: (2x)
I`m not a clone, I`m a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya`ll don`t notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
Verse 2: (Monoxide Child)
You couldn`t plan this kinda widespread
I`m shedding skins like chameleons just to keep off 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`mma 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 and represent
And for the same years you`ve been hating and disrespectin`
Violent J put us up on the ground
And said you gotta keep an axe on your waist at all times
And there`s a whole lotta people that`s just looking to ??
So don`t worry about the haters and just bring it from what`s inside
So this soul, this song, this rhyme
Is the soul of your very own Frankenstein
Chorus: (2x)
I`m not a clone, I`m a Frankenstein
Created through the visions of a mastermind
This face, this soul, this rhyme is mine
But ya`ll don`t notice
FRANKENSTEIN!
Verse 3: (Colton Grundy)
If they`re both clones then what the fuck am I?
A painted dead body soaked in clothes, formaldehyde
Known to swell ya eye, straight knock out teeth
And bring the heat to ya zone leaving some smoke in the street
Knockin` the beats, knockin` ya throat, knockin` ya door off the hinges
Fuck you bitches and all you haters layin` on the pole
Fuck what you know! I`m playing baseball with hater domes
And telephone poles because I`m out cold
Colton the Undying; Blaze Ya Dead - you know the rest
And it`s the mother fuckin` shame to catch a bullet in ya chest
For some shit you said when you was high and thuggin`
Now the gats in your face and look who ain`t saying nothin`
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