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 That nigga Filthy Wonka is an evil man
Victims get coked up and skull fucked in the pineal
say they want beef but the beef is canned
I thought y'all was herbivores all you 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 television and watch 'em have a stroke
I wanna see the burn and the sky explode
My goal is to everybody so I can die alone
You can brag 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 ass my left jab is ketamine
I'm the man turning people into
Dissing me in the booth was the last time they was ever
Now, what Y'all know about Filthy
Sipping on Steel and plenty ganja
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for 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 city
the fuck away, don't say we didn't warn ya
I just took the instrumental hostage
Give me ten million or I'm finna off it
You hating in the front row get a missile
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 molested you
After you went in the confession
And told the naked
verses get rolled up and turned to ashes
I a Old Testament and a Jehovah pamphlet
a ninja work his match, every hour a serpent hatches
But I don't fuck snakes bitch I murk a dragon
Filthy grab three fifty-seven mags
Aim at you let 'em blast split fucking head in half
Then I let out an epic
When I die scribe "This was a sav'" on my epitaph
Now, what Y'all know about Filthy
on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw niggas on the grill Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for dollas
y'all heard of Filthy Wonka?
In child's heart, that nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the harbors
Stay the fuck away, 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 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 I screamed "Trump!"
Bend her over on a tree and give her three pumps
I'm in the with the Sasquatch
If you on my niggas or my hood get your ass got
Keyboard warriors talking 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 might get hands chopped
You losing and it can't stop
Now the Midget Army dragging your body singing in the backdrop:
Now, what Y'all about Filthy Wonka?
on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw niggas on the like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for twenty
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 fuck away, don't say we didn't ya
Now, what Y'all know about Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna throw niggas on the like Benihanas
On the corner this filth for twenty dollas
y'all heard of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't ya
(Wow), this shit is amazing (All these midgets running 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 let none of that watered-down purified mainstream bullshit taint our supply
Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. Finna take you lil' niggas on a
ride...
Oh, at the boat!
'ey the Rusty Pot!
huge!