Speculationz - Twiztid, E-40

Who cares what they think about you?

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

You start some bullshit fallin’down (Fallin'down)

I’m ok (I'm ok)

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

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

Who cares what they think about you?