Twiztid, E-40 - Speculationz lyrics

Be where you wanna be
And you're doing what you wanna do

Mob that shit up, bee yatch!

Who cares what they think about you?

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

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
(What up, dude?) A shit talker
Always trying to start static
A borderline faggot, with long fingernails
(Damn, what's up?)
Either that or he's a coke head
But I don't think he cares
Speculation has it that I've already engaged
(Uh) in sexually fantasies with me
And Gwen Stefani (Oh, oh yeah)
(Yeah, that's right, oh, oh
Yeah) 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 talkin' about
(What up, dog?) It's speculation
You heard that I don't spit
On nobody's shit, but no, don't hate me
I have many mouths to
Feed and many personalities
In me, looking to get P-A-ID
Is it a 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' indecently
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 hit's
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 liquor
Into giving me brain

Who cares what they think about you?