Luyện nghe bài hát Filthy Wonka

Into the Factory... Everybody your hands to yourself at all times. And don't
shit!
What the fuck can I say? nigga Filthy Wonka is an evil man
Victims get up and skull fucked in the pineal gland
Niggas say want beef but the beef is canned
I thought was herbivores all you niggas eating plants
I'm in the factory, packaging my sex
Critics say I like Tyler but I'm less dope
Man I write motherfuckers in the Death Note
Turn on the and watch 'em have a damn stroke
I wanna see the burn and the sky explode
My goal is to kill so I can die alone
You can about your album and how high it sold
Even though we know the shit went styrofoam
Niggas talk that but they never swing
I put 'em on they ass my jab is ketamine
I'm the man turning into recipes
Dissing me in the booth was the last time was ever seen
Now, Y'all know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna throw niggas on the grill Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for dollas
y'all heard of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the harbors
the fuck away, don't say we didn't warn ya
I just took the fucking instrumental
Give me ten cash or I'm finna off it
You hating in the row get a missile dropkick
And out by my niggas in a moshpit
Split you probably met a few
I rap with the same of eleven dudes
You rap like a priest molested you
After you in the confession booth
And told the naked
Bible verses get rolled up and turned to
I smoked a Old Testament and a Jehovah
Watch a work his match, every hour a serpent hatches
But I don't fuck with bitch I murk a dragon
Wonka grab three fifty-seven mags
Aim at you let 'em blast split your fucking head in
Then I let out an epic
When I die "This nigga was a sav'" on my epitaph
Now, what Y'all about Filthy Wonka?
on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling filth for twenty dollas
Have y'all heard of Filthy
In every child's heart, nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the away, don't say we didn't warn ya
a lack of chaos in the game, it's up to me to cause it
Voices told me to kill Y'all, and keep the promise
Fresh out the frying pan with the fetus
A sixteen will make you on your knees and vomit
If you INF Gang you can drink pus
From a herpe on the pussy lip of a cunt
Grab that by the clit then I screamed "Trump!"
Bend her over on a tree and give her three pumps
I'm in the with the Sasquatch
If you hating on my or my hood get your ass got
Keyboard talking about Madrox
I 'em in half, turn him into a laptop
Now let's the factory, all you fans watch
But don't touch shit you might get your chopped
You blood and it can't stop
Now the Midget Army dragging body singing this in the backdrop:
Now, Y'all know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Reserve and plenty ganja
throw niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner this filth for twenty dollas
y'all heard of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, that the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the city
Stay the fuck away, say we didn't warn ya
Now, what Y'all know about Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
throw niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner this filth for twenty dollas
Have y'all of Filthy Wonka?
In child's heart, that nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the away, don't say we didn't warn ya
Whoa (Wow), shit is amazing (All these midgets running around and shit!)
Look at the Factory. It's everything I believed it was going to be
Hey, nigga the fuck is that shit hanging up there?
Alright shut up niggas! Welcome to the of Filth: where nothing but filth flows
We don't let of that watered-down purified mainstream bullshit taint our supply
Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. take you lil' niggas on a boat
ride...
Oh, at the boat!
'ey the Rusty Pot!
huge!