| What the fuck can I say? |
| That nigga Filthy Wonka is an evil man
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| Victims get coked up and skull fucked in the pineal gland
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| Niggas say they want beef but the beef is canned
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| I thought y’all was herbivores all you niggas eating plants
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| I’m in the factory, packaging my sex jokes
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| Critics say I sound like Tyler but I’m less dope
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| Man I write them motherfuckers in the Death Note
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| Turn on the television and watch 'em have a damn stroke
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| I wanna see the world burn and the sky explode
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| My goal is to kill everybody so I can die alone
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| You can brag about your album and how high it sold
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| Even though we know the shit went triple styrofoam
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| Niggas talk that shit but they never swing
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| I put 'em on they ass my left jab is ketamine
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| I’m the man turning people into recipes
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| Dissing me in the booth was the last time they was ever seen
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| Now what y’all know about Filthy Wonka?
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| Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
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| Fin’na throw niggas on the grill like Benihanas
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| On the corner selling this filth for twenty dollas
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| Have y’all heard of Filthy Wonka?
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| In every child’s heart, that nigga’s the guilty conscience
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| Dropping body’s off in the bay yo, the city harbors
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| Stay the fuck away, don’t say we didn’t warn ya
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| I just took the fucking instrumental hostage
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| Give me ten million cash or I’m fin’na off it
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| You hating in the front row get a missile dropkick
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| And stomped out by my niggas in a moshpit
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| Split personalities you probably met a few
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| I rap with the same impact of eleven dudes
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| You rap like a fucking priest molested you
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| After you went in the confession booth
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| And told the naked truth
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| Bible verses get rolled up and turned to ashes
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| I smoked a Old Testament and a Jehovah pamphlet
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| Watch a ninja work his match, every hour a serpent hatches
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| But I don’t fuck with snakes bitch I murk a dragon
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| Filthy Wonka grab three fifty-seven mags
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| Aim at you let 'em blast split your fucking head in half
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| Then I let out an epic laugh
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| When I die scribe «This nigga was a sav'» on my epitaph
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| There’s a lack of chaos in the game, it’s up to me to cause it
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| Voices told me to kill y’all, and I’mma keep the promise
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| Fresh out the frying pan with the fetus omelettes
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| A sixteen will make you drop on your knees and vomit
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| If you ain’t INF Gang you can drink pus
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| From a herpe on the pussy lip of a diseased cunt
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| Grab that bitch by the clit then I screamed «Trump!»
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| Bend her over on a tree stump and give her three pumps
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| I’m in the woods with the Sasquatch
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| If you hating on my niggas or my hood get your ass got
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| Keyboard warriors talking about Madrox
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| I fold 'em in half, turn him into a laptop
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| Now let’s tour the factory, all you fans watch
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| But don’t touch shit you might get your hands chopped
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| You losing blood and it can’t stop
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| Now the Midget Army dragging your body singing this in the backdrop:
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| Whoa (Wow), this shit is amazing (All these midgets running around and shit!)
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| Look at the Filth Factory. |
| It’s everything I believed it was going to be
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| Hey nigga what the fuck is that shit hanging up there?
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| Alright shut up niggas! |
| Welcome to the River of Filth: where nothing but filth
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| flows
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| We don’t let none of that watered-down purified mainstream bullshit taint our
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| supply
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| Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. |
| Fin’na take you lil' niggas on
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| a boat ride…
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| Oh look at the boat!
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| 'ey the Rusty Steam Pot!
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| It’s huge! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Filthy Wonka , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album Chaly & The Filth Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп