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 i m ok 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 ve 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 talkin about 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 who cares what they think about you 