Be where you wanna be, and you're doing what you wanna do

Mob that shit up, bee-yatch!!!

Here's 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 sired by a 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 okay (I'm okay)

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-I-D, 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 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 liquor into giving me brain

Here's what they think about you