| Congratulations, you fucking fans have finally made it
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| To a place that’s most filthy and sacred
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| Guess you found your Moldy Ticket sitting in your Spirit Bomb cases
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| Now you get to know my business strictly for entertainment
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| You probably love all of the shit I spit in the basement
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| But the rest of the world only sees me as just a rapist
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| And I’m not, so I’mma help them differentiate it
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| As I take you on a trip through my twisted imagination
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| The shit I say, it’s all fun and games, ain’t it?
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| Til I’m approached on the streets by an AIDS patient
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| Talking about he heard my music, when his roommates played it
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| And it made him mentally frustrated and full of anguish
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| I don’t think you understand the shit that I’m facing
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| All the shit I said that I thought I could get away with
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| I’m getting chased in the streets
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| By faggots preachers and creeps
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| For the shit that I’m saying to these beats
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| Welcome to the Filth Factory
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| It’s a place full of pain where no one is safe
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| All the murder, all the torture and the rape
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| Welcome to the Filth Factory
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| That’s where it’s made
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| Welcome to the Filth Factory
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| There’s no escape
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| Welcome to a place full of everything wrong with my brain
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| All the gay bashing, and all the hate
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| Welcome to the Filth Factory
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| That’s where it’s made
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| Welcome to the Filth Factory
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| There’s no escape
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| (Holy shit dude)
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| Now look here you fucking brats
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| You better listen to me when I’m rapping
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| This ain’t a field trip with two bunk beds and a cabin
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| This is fact, last year I made a track about never having a rap deal
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| And somehow a week later it happened
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| Music is magic, so imagine all the bitches and faggots I soaked in kerosene
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| Before I struck a match in the back of a station wagon with child locks and a
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| latch
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| And these motherfucker’s mad because I put it all in a rap
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| And I won’t take it back I’m seeing lots of sales
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| So they can kiss my ass while I eat these lobster tails
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| And all you niggas wanna see me flop and fail
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| Bitch, your mother sucks cocks in hell
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| And I prevail, because I’m gifted, signed up with Twiztid
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| Got these rappers sitting at home, throwing a bitch fit
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| And I don’t give a fuck, 'cause I love what I became
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| I’m just letting y’all inside of my brain
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| The Filth Factory
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| (Man I’m scared I ain’t even trying to go inside any more I’m good)
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| Nigga shut up!
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| You ain’t fin’na ride for the filth, what’s up?
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| I thought you fucked with INF Gang, you acting like a punk, bruh
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| What, so you just gonna turn your back on the crew?
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| Because I’m being attacked by feminists and activist groups?
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| You ain’t down with the wicked shit? |
| Give me back your ticket, bitch!
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| Give it to a kid less fortunate somewhere in Michigan
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| Fuck that, you ain’t going nowhere, you here for life, nigga
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| I can’t get a job after the shit I said on the mic nigga
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| I make the filth for you, don’t play dumb and surprised
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| I gave you something hardcore for you to bump in your ride
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| So you can stop listening to Nicki fucking Minaj
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| And all the other bullshit the industry loves to supply
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| The blood’s on your hands, so you gon' help me hold the weight
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| Come inside the factory, see the shit that’s on my plate
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| It’s too late, time to close the gates now there’s no escape
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| Nobody comes in or goes away
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| Welcome to the Filth Factory
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| I’unno, this shit seem a little sketchy to me, this nigga trippin'
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| Aight little niggas, it’s time to go inside the factory. |
| No cameras!
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| No cameras, if I see one of you lil' niggas pull a phone out, this shit is
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| over! |
| Now who is this old-ass nigga?
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| Oh, this my Uncle Joe. |
| The ticket said you could bring a parent or a guardian
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| Nigga fuck your Uncle Joe! |
| Get this old nigga outta here, not everybody can
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| come up here!
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| Hey hold on bruh what’chu doing?!
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| Crowda get this old nigga off my lot!
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| 'Ey, 'ey hold on man don’t be touching on my Uncle Joe like that man!
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| Fuck up outta here
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| But the fucking ticket said you could bring a parent or a guardian, breh!
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| That’s my Uncle Joe!
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| Lemme see your ticket…
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| What the fuck?!
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| Now you ain’t got no ticket! |
| You disqualified
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| Man, this that bullshit bruh! |
| Came all the way to the… Man fuck this factory
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| man!
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| Come on little niggas let’s do this shit I ain’t got all fucking day… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Filth Factory , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album Chaly & The Filth Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп