| You niggas want to witness the filth? |
| Well I’mma really take you with me to kill
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| (Now get in the front seat)
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| Oh you think the shit I’m spitting is ill? |
| Well wait til I slit the shit,
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| and it spills
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| (While you in the front seat)
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| It’s too late to try to get me to chill, matter of fact nigga give me the drill
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| (That shit’s in the front seat)
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| I’mma show you how sadistic it feel, and gets gritty when rich-city gets real
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| (And you in the front seat)
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| Yo, dim the lights a bit
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| Motherfuckers know what time it is
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| I’m conducting experiments, an unlicensed scientist
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| Knife sharp enough to fight a fucking Leviathan
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| Wait for my patient’s last breath then I siphoned it
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| Liquid nitrogen, in a ten gallon pot
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| Freeze a nigga’s face then slam it on a countertop
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| You want Shock Rap? |
| This is ten-thousand watts
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| Bitch I’m on stage giving G.G. |
| Allin props
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| They calling me a chauvinistic masochist
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| I tell them I’m an entrepreneur-slash-philanthropist
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| Now watch me perform surgery on an acid trip
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| Causing accidents replacing organs with random shit
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| The African Honey Badger is ravenous
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| Slashing a bitch’s abdomen then wrap it in bandages
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| Coast-to-cast, motherfuckers are vanishing
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| Now they’re the filth factory sacrificial inhabitants
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| All you see is bloodshed when I drop a rhyme
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| My rap book look like the Necronomicon
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| When I open it ghosts come from behind the lines
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| All the souls from the foes I lyrically sodomized
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| I was my momma’s little disaster
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| I’m sitting in a U-Haul truck getting plastered
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| This shit is packed to the limit full of pastors
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| And I’m fin’na dump it in a chemical reactor (Splash!)
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| Bitch I’m about to blow with insane raps
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| You and your crew can get a live grenade and play catch
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| I told Nobe (?) he can put the twelve-gauge back
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| I’m old-school, I’d rather strap a bitch to the train tracks
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| Two lesbians, Mary-Anne and Lisa
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| Say good-bye, one of them died from anesthesia
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| You call it a dead body, I call it an easy fuck
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| I’m Dr. Evil with his motherfucking pinkies up!
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| Decomposing bodies got 'em sitting criss-crossed style
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| Stitches on they face so I can make 'em all smile
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| Tongues removed, with the eyeballs gouged
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| You can smell the release of enzymes and compounds
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| Stand aside, you fin’na see a master mind
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| Make a masterpiece out of broken bones and shattered spines
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| Strategize on how to make 'em agonize
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| Fantasize about snuff porn until the camera died
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| You niggas better beware of a sick fuck
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| I’m cutting of silicone titties like Nip Tuck
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| This slut wanted implants but I was piss drunk
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| Fucked around and got my syringe stuck in the bitch butt
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| Niggas end up in a full body cast
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| Put 'em on a trolley then push 'em down the lobby fast
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| It’s time to operate, where’s my hockey mask
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| Now I’m eating guts for lunch in a salami bag
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| Why am I even here any more? |
| I don’t wanna live any more…
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| Whoa! |
| Oh, shit! |
| Yo!
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| This white bitch just blew her brains out, cuz!
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| Bro this shit cannot be happening, dog…
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| (Chaly: yo the factory is wild)
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| I thought this is what y’all niggas wanted? |
| I thought you wanted to see the
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| filth, nigga! |
| You can’t handle the filth? |
| Now who wants to go home?
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| You want to go home, Chaly? |
| You want to go home?
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| I-I mean, Well, I … I on'-
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| Well that’s too bad! |
| You’re in this shit now, boy! |
| There’s no turning back!
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| (Cue: Midget Army Skit) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Front Seat , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album Chaly & The Filth Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп