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? That nigga Filthy is an evil man
get coked up and skull fucked in the pineal gland
Niggas say they beef but the beef is canned
I thought y'all was herbivores all you niggas eating
I'm in the factory, packaging my sex
Critics say I sound like Tyler but I'm less
Man I write them motherfuckers in the Death
Turn on the television and watch 'em a damn stroke
I wanna see the burn and the sky explode
My goal is to kill everybody so I can die
You can brag about your album and how it sold
though we know the shit went triple styrofoam
Niggas that shit but they never swing
I put 'em on they ass my jab is ketamine
I'm the man turning people recipes
me in the booth was the last time they was ever seen
Now, Y'all know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw niggas on the grill like
On the corner this filth for twenty dollas
Have y'all of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the city
Stay the fuck away, say we didn't warn ya
I took the fucking instrumental hostage
me ten million cash or I'm finna off it
You hating in the front row get a dropkick
And stomped out by my niggas in a
Split personalities you met a few
I rap with the same of eleven dudes
You rap like a fucking priest you
After you went in the booth
And the naked truth
Bible verses get rolled up and to ashes
I smoked a Old Testament and a pamphlet
Watch a work his match, every hour a serpent hatches
But I don't fuck with snakes bitch I murk a
Filthy grab three fifty-seven mags
Aim at you let 'em split your fucking head in half
Then I let out an laugh
I die scribe "This nigga was a sav'" on my epitaph
Now, what Y'all about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel and plenty ganja
throw niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling this for twenty dollas
Have y'all heard of Wonka?
In every child's heart, that nigga's the conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, say we didn't warn ya
There's a lack of in the game, it's up to me to cause it
told me to kill Y'all, and Imma keep the promise
Fresh out the frying pan the fetus omelets
A sixteen will make you on your knees and vomit
If you ain't INF you can drink pus
From a herpe on the lip of a diseased cunt
Grab that bitch by the clit then I "Trump!"
Bend her over on a stump 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 warriors about Madrox
I 'em in half, turn him into a laptop
Now tour the factory, all you fans watch
But don't touch shit you get your hands chopped
You losing blood and it can't
Now the Midget dragging your body singing this in the backdrop:
Now, what Y'all know Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel and plenty ganja
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for twenty
y'all heard of Filthy 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 didn't ya
Now, what Y'all know about Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling filth for twenty dollas
Have y'all of Filthy 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 didn't ya
Whoa (Wow), this shit is amazing (All these midgets running and shit!)
Look at the Filth Factory. It's everything I believed it was to be
Hey, nigga what the is that shit hanging up there?
shut up niggas! Welcome to the River of Filth: where nothing but filth flows
We don't let none of that watered-down purified mainstream bullshit taint our
Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. Finna you lil' niggas on a boat
ride...
Oh, at the boat!
'ey the Rusty Pot!
huge!