Artist: Twiztid f/ E-40 Album: The Green Book Song: Speculationz Typed by: 13thDragon@bellsouth.net * * send corrections to the typist [Voice repeating] Be where you wanna be, and you're doing what you wanna do [E-40] Mob that shit up, bee-yatch!!! [Voice repeating] Who cares what they think about you? [Monoxide Child] Speculation has it, that I'm the freakiest one I like to rip off my tongue and spit the black magic And I'm supposed to be fuckin' some crack addict without a rubber And already got a baby by her mother? They say I'm signed by a wizard of sorts And my momma, she was a banshee who was drowned by the corpse Say my little brother Jamie, he's dead and in a grave And that I'm all alone and afraid And everything I gave has been so underestimated I been hated by generations for havin' 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 the brim With the thug suspicions of me drinkin' it up And so the fuck, scatter stones get out my Kool-Aid I'm blastin' away from all you haters, hit me on my two-way [Hook X4] You start some bullshit fallin' down (Fallin' down) I'm ok (I'm ok) [Jamie Maddrox] Speculation has it, that I'm a drunk and a drug addict A shit talker always tryin' to start static A borderline faggot with long fingernails Either that or he's a cokehead but I don't think he cares Speculation has it, that I've already engaged In sexual fantasies with me and Gwen Stefani I'm videotapin' in the (????????????) Speculation is called as the one who gets bone I can't escape it, mistake it, or fake it out Look you in the face as if I don't know what you talkin' 'bout The speculation, you heard that I don't spit on nobody's shit For no dough, hey man, many mouths to feed and many personalities In me, lookin' to get P-A-I-D! Is it lie or is it truth? You can put that on our skills They stay snug like my Batman suit [Hook] [E-40] We smash the flash and if I have to blast it back, get 'em up, hit 'em up Speculations, hater-ations, me and Twiztid don't give a fiz-nuck 'Cause we gon' stay gettin' papered up, and stay smashin' indepently With a dedicated ass fan base that'll do a motherfucker in for me Speculations, but see they just don't know I don't be rappin' too fast, they just be listenin' too slow I don't be spittin' sluggish, E-40 Water be spittin' thug shit 40 be representin' the bowery up in the Compton, got the third hoppin' Ain't no stoppin' a pimp, me walk with a limp Elbows on gimp, puffin' on hits, sippin' on sip Sippin' on sip, dippin' and skatin' and bouncin' and shit Me and Twiztid be twisted, me and Twiztid be gone Me and Twiztid be blizted, me and Twiztid be stoned Gone on our head, dead, dead wrong Smokin' turtle, beatin' on our chest like King Kong Conversatin', lickin' and pokin', high powered slangin' of the day Tryin' to persuade this licker into givin' me brain [Hook] [Voice repeating] Who cares what they think about you? [Hook]