| They say I’m a tyrant who needs to be silenced
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| Because I got the filth formula formed to a science
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| No remorse when I’m writing my brain full of torture devices
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| What’s the story behind the gore and the violence
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| I’m just using my fucking imagination as an engine
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| Niggas think I’m being offensive to get attention
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| That’s not what I intended, but you can take your opinion
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| And drive until you die in a head-on collision
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| I put on a fucking hockey mask on the face of the nation
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| Prank calls and death threats making me anxious
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| I was the nigga that Mr. Hanky was chasing
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| But I don’t run from shit so I smashed him into the pavement
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| A juggernaut with these words beats get body slammed
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| Fuck a party jam, I’m a fucking smarty pants
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| Cussing while I’m causing destruction the rap Deadpool
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| Fin’na give your momma the dick, like I was Greg Buehl
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| I hope you niggas ready for the turbulence
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| The blunt that I’m burning’ll send you into a perma-trip
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| There’s a man in my head throwing bodies in furnaces
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| And it’s all for creative purposes
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| 'Cause I’m a nut
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| Ass, blood, and guts
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| I guess I got a — FUCKED UP IMAGINATION
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| And I don’t need no therapy session
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| Anger management, or psychiatric evaluations
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| I got a blunt, now take two puffs
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| It’s bound to — fuck with your imagination
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| And you ain’t high, unless you see the colors changing
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| Now say good-bye, I thank you all
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| For saying in my fucking imagination
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| Yeah
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| They say the spirit bomb was so piff
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| It’s like the world took a massive hit from a sherm stick
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| It’s crazy, cause the same day I dropped the dope shit
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| There was a fire in the bay area at The Ghost Ship
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| Rest In Peace, I’mma keep the 5−1-0 lit
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| And now the Filth Master’s back to his old tricks
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| Niggas know I ain’t fin’na sugarcoat shit
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| Fuck the world until my big black cock goes limp
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| All I need is my fucking imagination
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| I could be the Honey Badger Santa Claus chasing the chef
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| With a bloody apron, a demon summoned from under the pages
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| Or the Wheel of Fortune Steve Harvey imitation
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| Making human cloth while I drink afterbirth
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| From a pregnant bitch that I kidnapped at the church
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| My mind’s the factory, thoughts get manufactured
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| And if it was a real place, a thousand people massacred
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| Yo
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| Everybody expect a written apology
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| The bitches, the church, the gays, the shit is comedy
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| I was living in poverty you didn’t give a fuck what I thought
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| But now you want to get to know me psychologically?
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| Well I’mma tell you honestly society puts me into a corner
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| And now I’m out for blood like Chris Dorner
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| So fuck how you feel inside
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| I’ll gorge on your fucking feelings when I cut your stomach open with a kitchen
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| knife
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| Where was the world whenever something offended me?
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| When I was getting shitted on, there was no sympathy
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| I just had to sit back, and pretend it didn’t sting
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| I ain’t homophobic, I hate every living thing
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| 'Cause I remember all the madness, the mental damage
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| Every doubter, every hater every disadvantage
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| So when I see a mic, and I get to smash it
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| I’mma spit the most sadistic shit you bitches can imagine! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Filthy Imagination , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album Chaly & The Filth Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп