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letra de filthy imagination - g-mo skee

[verse 1]
they say i’m a tyrant who needs to be silenced
because i got the filth formula formed to a science
no remorse when i’m writing my brain full of torture devices
what’s the story behind the gore and the violence
i’m just using my f-cking imagination as an engine
n-ggas think i’m being offensive to get attention
that’s not what i intended, but you can take your opinion
and drive until you die in a head-on collision
i put on a f-cking hockey mask on the face of the nation
prank calls and death threats making me anxious
i was the n-gga that mr. hanky was chasing
but i don’t run from sh-t so i smashed him into the pavement
a juggernaut with these words beats get body slammed
f-ck a party jam, i’m a f-cking smarty pants
cussing while i’m causing destruction the rap deadpool
fin’na give your momma the d-ck, like i was greg buehl
i hope you n-ggas ready for the turbulence
the blunt that i’m burning’ll send you into a perma-trip
there’s a man in my head throwing bodies in furnaces
and it’s all for creative purposes

[chorus]
’cause i’m a nut
-ss, blood, and guts
i guess i got a – f-cked up imagination
and i don’t need no therapy session
anger management, or psychiatric evaluations
i got a blunt, now take two puffs
it’s bound to – f-ck with your imagination
and you ain’t high, unless you see the colors changing
now say good-bye, i thank you all
for saying in my f-cking imagination

[verse 2]
yeah
they say the spirit bomb was so piff
it’s like the world took a m-ssive hit from a sherm stick
it’s crazy, cause the same day i dropped the dope sh-t
there was a fire in the bay area at the ghost ship
rest in peace, i’mma keep the 5-1-0 lit
and now the filth master’s back to his old tricks
n-ggas know i ain’t fin’na sugarcoat sh-t
f-ck the world until my big black c-ck goes limp
all i need is my f-cking imagination
i could be the honey badger santa claus chasing the chef
with a bl–dy apr-n, a demon summoned from under the pages
or the wheel of fortune steve harvey imitation
making human cloth while i drink afterbirth
from a pregnant b-tch that i kidnapped at the church
my mind’s the factory, thoughts get manufactured
and if it was a real place, a thousand people m-ssacred

[chorus]

[verse 3]
yo
everybody expect a written apology
the b-tches, the church, the g-ys, the sh-t is comedy
i was living in poverty you didn’t give a f-ck what i thought
but now you want to get to know me psychologically?
well i’mma tell you honestly society puts me into a corner
and now i’m out for blood like chris dorner
so f-ck how you feel inside
i’ll gorge on your f-cking feelings when i cut your stomach open with a kitchen knife
where was the world whenever something offended me?
when i was getting sh-tted on, there was no sympathy
i just had to sit back, and pretend it didn’t sting
i ain’t h0m-phobic, i hate every living thing
’cause i remember all the madness, the mental damage
every doubter, every hater every disadvantage
so when i see a mic, and i get to smash it
i’mma spit the most s-d-stic sh-t you b-tches can imagine!

[chorus]

- g mo skee

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