Filthy Wonka Lyrics - G-mo Skee

Into the Factory... Everybody keep your hands to yourself at all times. And don't 

touch shit! 

What the fuck can I say? That nigga Filthy Wonka is an evil man 

Victims get coked up and skull fucked in the pineal gland 

Niggas say they want beef but the beef is canned 

I thought y'all was herbivores all you niggas eating plants 

I'm in the factory, packaging my sex jokes 

Critics say I sound like Tyler but I'm less dope 

Man I write them motherfuckers in the Death Note 

Turn on the television and watch 'em have a damn stroke 

I wanna see the world burn and the sky explode 

My goal is to kill everybody so I can die alone 

You can brag about your album and how high it sold 

Even though we know the shit went triple styrofoam 

Niggas talk that shit but they never swing 

I put 'em on they ass 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 

Now, what Y'all know about Filthy Wonka? 

Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja 

Finna throw niggas 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 nigga's the guilty conscience 

Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors 

Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't warn ya 

I just took the fucking instrumental hostage 

Give me ten million cash or I'm finna off it 

You hating in the front row get a missile dropkick 

And stomped out by my niggas in a moshpit 

Split personalities you probably met a few 

I rap with the same impact of eleven dudes 

You rap like a fucking 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 fuck with snakes bitch I murk a dragon 

Filthy Wonka grab three fifty-seven mags 

Aim at you let 'em blast split your fucking head in half 

Then I let out an epic laugh 

When I die scribe "This nigga was a sav'" on my epitaph 

Now, what Y'all know about Filthy Wonka? 

Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja 

Finna throw niggas 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 nigga's the guilty conscience 

Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors 

Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't warn ya 

There's a lack of chaos in the game, it's up to me to cause it 

Voices told me to kill Y'all, and Imma keep the promise 

Fresh out the frying pan with the fetus omelets 

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 pussy lip of a diseased cunt 

Grab that bitch by the clit 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 niggas or my hood get your ass 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 shit 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: 

Now, what Y'all know about Filthy Wonka? 

Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja 

Finna throw niggas 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 nigga's the guilty conscience 

Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors 

Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't warn ya 

Now, what Y'all know about Filthy Wonka? 

Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja 

Finna throw niggas 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 nigga's the guilty conscience 

Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors 

Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't warn ya 

Whoa (Wow), this shit is amazing (All these midgets running around and shit!) 

Look at the Filth Factory. It's everything I believed it was going to be 

Hey, nigga what the fuck is that shit hanging up there? 

Alright 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 supply 

Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. Finna take you lil' niggas on a boat 

ride... 

Oh, look at the boat! 

'ey the Rusty Steam Pot! 

It's huge! 

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