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filthy wonka - g-mo skee lyrics

into the factory… everybody keep your hands to yourself at all times. and don’t touch sh-t!

[verse 1]
what the f-ck can i say? that n-gga filthy wonka is an evil man
victims get c0ked up and skull f-cked in the pineal gland
n-ggas say they want beef but the beef is canned
i thought y’all was herbivores all you n-ggas eating plants
i’m in the factory, packaging my s-x jokes
critics say i sound like tyler but i’m less dope
man i write them motherf-ckers in the death note
turn on the television and watch ’em have a d-mn stroke
i wanna see the world burn and the sky explode
my goal is to k!ll everybody so i can die alone
you can brag about your album and how high it sold
even though we know the sh-t went triple styrofoam
n-ggas talk that sh-t but they never swing
i put ’em on they -ss my left jab is ketamine
i’m the man turning people into recipes
dissing me in the booth was the last time they was ever seen

[chorus]
now what y’all know about filthy wonka?
sipping on steel reserve and plenty ganja
fin’na throw n-ggas on the grill like benihanas
on the corner selling this filth for twenty dollas
have y’all heard of filthy wonka?
in every child’s heart, that n-gga’s the guilty conscience
dropping body’s off in the bay yo, the city harbors
stay the f-ck away, don’t say we didn’t warn ya

[verse 2]
i just took the f-cking instrumental hostage
give me ten million cash or i’m fin’na off it
you hating in the front row get a missile dropkick
and stomped out by my n-ggas in a moshpit
split personalities you probably met a few
i rap with the same impact of eleven dudes
you rap like a f-cking priest molested you
after you went in the confession booth
and told the naked truth
bible verses get rolled up and turned to ashes
i smoked a old testament and a jehovah pamphlet
watch a ninja work his match, every hour a serpent hatches
but i don’t f-ck with snakes b-tch i murk a dragon
filthy wonka grab three fifty-seven mags
aim at you let ’em blast split your f-cking head in half
then i let out an epic laugh
when i die scribe “this n-gga was a sav'” on my epitaph

[chorus]

[verse 3]
there’s a lack of chaos in the game, it’s up to me to cause it
voices told me to k!ll y’all, and i’mma keep the promise
fresh out the frying pan with the fetus omelettes
a sixteen will make you drop on your knees and vomit
if you ain’t inf gang you can drink pus
from a herpe on the p-ssy lip of a diseased c-nt
grab that b-tch by the cl-t then i screamed “trump!”
bend her over on a tree stump and give her three pumps
i’m in the woods with the sasquatch
if you hating on my n-ggas or my hood get your -ss got
keyboard warriors talking about madrox
i fold ’em in half, turn him into a laptop
now let’s tour the factory, all you fans watch
but don’t touch sh-t you might get your hands chopped
you losing blood and it can’t stop
now the midget army dragging your body singing this in the backdrop:

[chorus x2]

[skit:]
whoa (wow), this sh-t is amazing (all these midgets running around and sh-t!)
look at the filth factory. it’s everything i believed it was going to be
hey n-gga what the f-ck is that sh-t hanging up there?

[filthy wonka] alright shut up n-ggas! welcome to the river of filth: where nothing but filth flows
we don’t let none of that watered-down purified mainstream bullsh-t taint our supply
now stand back, the rusty steam pot approaches. fin’na take you lil’ n-ggas on a boat ride…

oh look at the boat!
‘ey the rusty steam pot!
it’s huge!

- g mo skee lyrics

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