Filth Factory - G-Mo Skee

Congratulations, you fucking 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 shit I spit in the basement

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 shit 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 shit that I’m facing

All the shit I said that I thought I could get away with

I’m getting chased in the streets

By faggots preachers and creeps

For the shit that I’m saying to these beats

Welcome to the Filth Factory

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 gay 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

(Holy shit dude)

Now look here you fucking 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 bitches and faggots I soaked in kerosene

Before I struck a match in the back of a station wagon with child locks and a

latch

And these motherfucker’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 ass while I eat these lobster tails

And all you niggas wanna see me flop and fail

Bitch, your mother sucks cocks in hell

And I prevail, because I’m gifted, signed up with Twiztid

Got these rappers sitting at home, throwing a bitch fit

And I don’t give a fuck, 'cause I love what I became

I’m just letting y’all inside of my brain

The Filth Factory

(Man I’m scared I ain’t even trying to go inside any more I’m good)

Nigga shut up!

You ain’t fin’na ride for the filth, what’s up?

I thought you fucked 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 shit?

Give me back your ticket, bitch!

Give it to a kid less fortunate somewhere in Michigan

Fuck that, you ain’t going nowhere, you here for life, nigga

I can’t get a job after the shit I said on the mic nigga

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 fucking Minaj

And all the other bullshit 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 shit that’s on my plate

It’s too late, time to close the gates now there’s no escape

Nobody comes in or goes away

Welcome to the Filth Factory

I’unno, this shit seem a little sketchy to me, this nigga trippin'

Aight little niggas, it’s time to go inside the factory.

No cameras!

No cameras, if I see one of you lil' niggas pull a phone out, this shit is

over!

Now who is this old-ass nigga?

Oh, this my Uncle Joe.

The ticket said you could bring a parent or a guardian

Nigga fuck your Uncle Joe!

Get this old nigga outta here, not everybody can

come up here!

Hey hold on bruh what’chu doing?!

Crowda get this old nigga off my lot!

'Ey, 'ey hold on man don’t be touching on my Uncle Joe like that man!

Fuck up outta here

But the fucking ticket said you could bring a parent or a guardian, breh!

That’s my Uncle Joe!

Lemme see your ticket…

What the fuck?!

Now you ain’t got no ticket!

You disqualified

Man, this that bullshit bruh!

Came all the way to the… Man fuck this factory

man!

Come on little niggas let’s do this shit I ain’t got all fucking day…