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!