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g-mo skee - filth factory lyrics

[verse 1]
congratulations, you f-cking fans have finally made it
to a place that’s most filthy and sacred
guess you found your moldy ticket sitting in your spirit bomb cases
now you get to know my business strictly for entertainment
you probably love all of the sh-t i spit in the bas-m-nt
but the rest of the world only sees me as just a rapist
and i’m not, so i’mma help them differentiate it
as i take you on a trip through my twisted imagination
the sh-t i say, it’s all fun and games, ain’t it?
til i’m approached on the streets by an aids patient
talking about he heard my music, when his roommates played it
and it made him mentally frustrated and full of anguish
i don’t think you understand the sh-t that i’m facing
all the sh-t i said that i thought i could get away with
i’m getting chased in the streets
by f-ggots preachers and creeps
for the sh-t that i’m saying to these beats
welcome to the filth factory

[chorus]
it’s a place full of pain where no one is safe
all the murder, all the torture and the rape
welcome to the filth factory
that’s where it’s made
welcome to the filth factory
there’s no escape
welcome to a place full of everything wrong with my brain
all the g-y bashing, and all the hate
welcome to the filth factory
that’s where it’s made
welcome to the filth factory
there’s no escape

[verse 2]
(holy sh-t dude)
now look here you f-cking brats
you better listen to me when i’m rapping
this ain’t a field trip with two bunk beds and a cabin
this is fact, last year i made a track about never having a rap deal
and somehow a week later it happened
music is magic, so imagine all the b-tches and f-ggots i soaked in kerosene
before i struck a match in the back of a station wagon with child locks and a latch
and these motherf-cker’s mad because i put it all in a rap
and i won’t take it back i’m seeing lots of sales
so they can kiss my -ss while i eat these lobster tails
and all you n-ggas wanna see me flop and fail
b-tch, your mother sucks c-cks in h-ll
and i prevail, because i’m gifted, signed up with twiztid
got these rappers sitting at home, throwing a b-tch fit
and i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause i love what i became
i’m just letting y’all inside of my brain
the filth factory

[chorus]

[verse 3]
(man i’m scared i ain’t even trying to go inside any more i’m good)
n-gga shut up!
you ain’t fin’na ride for the filth, what’s up?
i thought you f-cked with inf gang, you acting like a punk, bruh
what, so you just gonna turn your back on the crew?
because i’m being attacked by feminists and activist groups?
you ain’t down with the wicked sh-t? give me back your ticket, b-tch!
give it to a kid less fortunate somewhere in michigan
f-ck that, you ain’t going nowhere, you here for life, n-gga
i can’t get a job after the sh-t i said on the mic n-gga
i make the filth for you, don’t play dumb and surprised
i gave you something hardcore for you to bump in your ride
so you can stop listening to nicki f-cking minaj
and all the other bullsh-t the industry loves to supply
the blood’s on your hands, so you gon’ help me hold the weight
come inside the factory, see the sh-t that’s on my plate
it’s too late, time to close the gates now there’s no escape
n0body comes in or goes away
welcome to the filth factory

[chorus]

[skit:]
i’unno, this sh-t seem a little sketchy to me, this n-gga trippin’

[filthy wonka] aight little n-ggas, it’s time to go inside the factory. no cameras! no cameras, if i see one of you lil’ n-ggas pull a phone out, this sh-t is over! now who is this old–ss n-gga?
[nephew] oh, this my uncle joe. the ticket said you could bring a parent or a guardian
[filthy wonka] n-gga f-ck your uncle joe! get this old n-gga outta here, not everybody can come up here!
[nephew] hey hold on bruh what’chu doing?!
[filthy wonka] crowda get this old n-gga off my lot!
[nephew] ‘ey, ‘ey hold on man don’t be touching on my uncle joe like that man!
[filthy wonka] f-ck up outta here
[nephew] but the f-cking ticket said you could bring a parent or a guardian, breh! that’s my uncle joe!
[filthy wonka] lemme see your ticket…
[rips and tears ticket]
[nephew] what the f-ck!?
[filthy wonka] now you ain’t got no ticket! you disqualified
[nephew] man, this that bullsh-t bruh! came all the way to the… man f-ck this factory man!
[filthy wonka] come on little n-ggas let’s do this sh-t i ain’t got all f-cking day…
[arguing for uncle joe continues in background as sound fades]

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