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Swedish House Mafia - Frankenstein Lyrics

Frankenstein Song Lyrics
Frankenstein by Swedish House Mafia Mr. Frankenstein
Or Victor Frankenstein
I'm Dr. Frankenstein
I'm outchea saving lives
Igor by my side
That's right, I made you, slime
Tyler, create you guys
Never mind, "It's alive!"

I bet you hate that line
That's death to everybody
In my class, no Columbine
Pay me in decimals
Comma signs, dolla signs
Baby, pay me no mind
'Cause I'm outta mine (A$AP Rocky)
This nigga's outta line

Iced out pendent, Jesus
Iced out cross, missed out on church last weekend
Ice to his chin, now them charges pending
Know that I'ma sin, Lord, forgive us
I'ma go to church next Christmas
I'm remember that-that Thank-Thanksgiving
When we was eating Church's Chicken
Now ain't that somethin'
It made me who am, I don't take back sh*t (b**ch)

So ungrateful
Remember who raised you
Don't bite the hand that feed you
Be the same hand that pays you

So ungrateful
I'ma make these boys act thankful
Like they forget they that need you
Most of these hoes unfaithful

So ungrateful (A$AP Rocky)
I'm the one who raised you
Bite the hand that feeds you
Be the hand that pay you, b**ch

So unfaithful
I'ma make these boys act thankful
It's like they forget that they need you
Most of these hoes unfaithful, uh yeah
So ungrateful, uh

Boy, you forget who raised you
Don't bite the hand that feed you
Most of these hoes unfaithful
(What's going on?)

Where the f**k you been?
Where the f**k you been?
Came to f**k up sh*t in the club again

Where the f**k you been?
Where the f**k you been?
Shut the f**k up, nigga, way too talkative

I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some sh*t
I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some sh*t
In the mosh pit, I'm finna f**k up sh*t
Bloody nose, busted lip, boy, I love this sh*t (Yeah!)

Poof! Got my boots
Got it laced, f**k up out my face
Who, lost? Got it, force
I'ma floss, Norway, Voss
Yeah, that's water, boy
Call me the water boy
Like Bobby Boucher, tax spray
Like what my ma-ma-ma-mama say

Flow, little boy, you'd better call the law
They got a styrofoam cup, well, where ya soda, boy?

Now I'm in my bag, can't forget my past
Focus on my path, they gon' feel my wrath
Please don't touch my, please don't touch my

Kiss my ass, then collect my thoughts
Then collect my gat, oh, where the guns?
What I'm forced to resort to, f**k you expect?

I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some sh*t
I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some sh*t
In the mosh pit, I'm finna f**k up sh*t
Bloody nose, busted lip, boy, I love this sh*t (b**ch!)

Where the f**k you been?
Where the f**k you been?
Came to f**k up sh*t in the club again

Where the f**k you been?
Where the f**k you been?
Shut the f**k up, nigga, way too talkative

Where the f**k you been?
Where the f**k you been?
Turn the f**k up, nigga, in the club again

Where the f**k you been?
Where the f**k you been?
Heard he talking sh*t, well, shut the f**k up then