Luyện nghe bài hát Filthy Wonka

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