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 


Besides some bullshit falling down 
I'm okay 


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 


Besides some bullshit falling down 
I'm okay 


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 


Besides some bullshit falling down 
I'm okay