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!