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Frankenstar Public Enemy

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We the fans Hopin they would be open Tinted glass Behind that tinted glass Crowd waiting in limbo Is that the limo? But he dont give a damn She dont give a damn Just buy their product Cause they a by product of a marketing plan Can i just get an autograph? Im fanatic number 2 million Sign it to my mama So she can cut the drama Bought in a store in nicaragua But you ignore the poor Cant even get to your door

Frankenstar You dont even know who the hell you are I dont give a damn about your car Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar You dont even know who the hell you are We dont give a damn about your crib Only give a damn about what you did Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar

Can i get a ride on that music Can i get a look on that movie All you gotta do is groove me Security aint got to shoot me How a fan get get close to you What do you think im supposed to do? Shit by the way i bought a poster too I didnt take it back Cause the show was whack Bought a hundred dollar ticket Told us where we could stick it Frankenstar Let us fans know That you gonna do a 10 minute show

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Frankenstar You dont even know who the hell you are I dont give a damn about your car Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar You dont even know who the hell you are We dont give a damn about your crib Only give a damn about what you did Frankenstar Frankenstar Frankenstar

Now you say you from the hood Paid and laid And now you think you gonna get sprayed I see you grinnin at them humble beginnings Fame just is like water to a gremlin Fame is fake and it fades Millinnum stars can be like grenades Blowin up thinking we all got it made In a mtv cribs To fool them kids The new monster mash See em all dance for cash Saw ya wit a new lawyer So you Better stash But the vip section got your attention And you cannot see that far past Wrong inspiration For a young nation When you dismiss education And your living rooms a playstation Do your thing, not the thing do you Dont fame gotta hold on you