Master Filth is the messiah
I'm smoking kaya, got me higher
Than the empire building state of mind
I'm getting mine, and I'm gonna shine
Turn a nickle dime to a milli in a frame of time
It's a state of mind, on the highway going 89
Chasing time, have it my way so we making rhymes
Death anniversaries, my gun spits nurseries, they asked that boy my name he said he never even heard of me
She say she f*ck wit me
But only in discreet
It doesn't matter anyways cause shes just a side piece
She say she f*ck wit me
But only in discreet
It doesn't matter anyways cause shes just a side piece
Uh, Bonfire spitting venom
Chains too shiny had to rap em' up in denim
Principal was tripping, tried to turn me to a felon
I been dodging bullets since like muthaf*ckin' seven
We been popping heads and popping shells like Armageddon
Sit up on my lap and listen to me for the lesson
Everything i say take it with your own discretion
Gotta keep the toolie don't get caught without the weapon
Uh, daddy was a gangster but he hasn't been around to raise his little bastard
Now i gotta blaze a pound and call myself a master, brain cells low done dastardly disaster
Uh, My fam think I ain't acting right
If you try me then I'll cut your head for bragging rights
Y'all so grimey, homies always gotta sacrifice
Thank you kindly, kiss my ass and have a pleasant night
Yeah, I wish I had a pleasant life, just reckless nights filled with smoke just to pass the time
My average lines can cause strokes, shocks, and flatten lines
I'm cracking wine for the hoes who say I'm asinine
Plastic dimes, nah bitch I want the natural
Collateral, you rappers lowercase, Rigz capital
Smack a ho like holy mackerel, I'm about to go psycho
Smoke a bowl on my patio all night though
It's so blatant, these hoes chasing
But my soul, but this souls Satan's, I'm just playing
F*cked his wife now the devils always frustrated
Told him to stop bitchin', told him to stop hatin'
With this wanda I got tunnel vision
Send bullet through yo head he ain't dead, he at the hospital with no visit
Gripping on a .22 as my hand fidgets, niggas be phony and fake that's why I keep my f*cking distance
I often think about a world without me in it, no rules, no regulations, no goddamn decisions
Like damn man, why so pessimistic, like damn man, my brain is so acidic
Deep in a endless void, somebody take my soul right to the morgue
I'm on my way to the Ford, I got my choppa I'm ready for war
This is a masterpiece, keep the philanthropy
I got dat axe on me, I got these stacks with me, I got the racks on me cause I got no vanity
Tear the limbs up like a blunderbuss, f*cked around and gave a few hard niggas the bubble guts, f*ck with us
This clusterf*ck full of a bunch of sluts, I got a whole bus full with a bunch of sluts
Filth - Anyway (feat. Rigo & JusVex) Lyrics
Filth - Anyway (feat. Rigo & JusVex) Lyrics
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Master Filth is the messiah
I'm smoking kaya, got me higher
Than the empire building state of mind
I'm getting mine, and I'm gonna shine
Turn a nickle dime to a milli in a frame of time
It's a state of mind, on the highway going 89
Chasing time, have it my way so we making rhymes
Death anniversaries, my gun spits nurseries, they asked that boy my name he said he never even heard of me
She say she f*ck wit me
But only in discreet
It doesn't matter anyways cause shes just a side piece
She say she f*ck wit me
But only in discreet
It doesn't matter anyways cause shes just a side piece
Uh, Bonfire spitting venom
Chains too shiny had to rap em' up in denim
Principal was tripping, tried to turn me to a felon
I been dodging bullets since like muthaf*ckin' seven
We been popping heads and popping shells like Armageddon
Sit up on my lap and listen to me for the lesson
Everything i say take it with your own discretion
Gotta keep the toolie don't get caught without the weapon
Uh, daddy was a gangster but he hasn't been around to raise his little bastard
Now i gotta blaze a pound and call myself a master, brain cells low done dastardly disaster
Uh, My fam think I ain't acting right
If you try me then I'll cut your head for bragging rights
Y'all so grimey, homies always gotta sacrifice
Thank you kindly, kiss my ass and have a pleasant night
Yeah, I wish I had a pleasant life, just reckless nights filled with smoke just to pass the time
My average lines can cause strokes, shocks, and flatten lines
I'm cracking wine for the hoes who say I'm asinine
Plastic dimes, nah bitch I want the natural
Collateral, you rappers lowercase, Rigz capital
Smack a ho like holy mackerel, I'm about to go psycho
Smoke a bowl on my patio all night though
It's so blatant, these hoes chasing
But my soul, but this souls Satan's, I'm just playing
F*cked his wife now the devils always frustrated
Told him to stop bitchin', told him to stop hatin'
With this wanda I got tunnel vision
Send bullet through yo head he ain't dead, he at the hospital with no visit
Gripping on a .22 as my hand fidgets, niggas be phony and fake that's why I keep my f*cking distance
I often think about a world without me in it, no rules, no regulations, no goddamn decisions
Like damn man, why so pessimistic, like damn man, my brain is so acidic
Deep in a endless void, somebody take my soul right to the morgue
I'm on my way to the Ford, I got my choppa I'm ready for war
This is a masterpiece, keep the philanthropy
I got dat axe on me, I got these stacks with me, I got the racks on me cause I got no vanity
Tear the limbs up like a blunderbuss, f*cked around and gave a few hard niggas the bubble guts, f*ck with us
This clusterf*ck full of a bunch of sluts, I got a whole bus full with a bunch of sluts
I'm smoking kaya, got me higher
Than the empire building state of mind
I'm getting mine, and I'm gonna shine
Turn a nickle dime to a milli in a frame of time
It's a state of mind, on the highway going 89
Chasing time, have it my way so we making rhymes
Death anniversaries, my gun spits nurseries, they asked that boy my name he said he never even heard of me
She say she f*ck wit me
But only in discreet
It doesn't matter anyways cause shes just a side piece
She say she f*ck wit me
But only in discreet
It doesn't matter anyways cause shes just a side piece
Uh, Bonfire spitting venom
Chains too shiny had to rap em' up in denim
Principal was tripping, tried to turn me to a felon
I been dodging bullets since like muthaf*ckin' seven
We been popping heads and popping shells like Armageddon
Sit up on my lap and listen to me for the lesson
Everything i say take it with your own discretion
Gotta keep the toolie don't get caught without the weapon
Uh, daddy was a gangster but he hasn't been around to raise his little bastard
Now i gotta blaze a pound and call myself a master, brain cells low done dastardly disaster
Uh, My fam think I ain't acting right
If you try me then I'll cut your head for bragging rights
Y'all so grimey, homies always gotta sacrifice
Thank you kindly, kiss my ass and have a pleasant night
Yeah, I wish I had a pleasant life, just reckless nights filled with smoke just to pass the time
My average lines can cause strokes, shocks, and flatten lines
I'm cracking wine for the hoes who say I'm asinine
Plastic dimes, nah bitch I want the natural
Collateral, you rappers lowercase, Rigz capital
Smack a ho like holy mackerel, I'm about to go psycho
Smoke a bowl on my patio all night though
It's so blatant, these hoes chasing
But my soul, but this souls Satan's, I'm just playing
F*cked his wife now the devils always frustrated
Told him to stop bitchin', told him to stop hatin'
With this wanda I got tunnel vision
Send bullet through yo head he ain't dead, he at the hospital with no visit
Gripping on a .22 as my hand fidgets, niggas be phony and fake that's why I keep my f*cking distance
I often think about a world without me in it, no rules, no regulations, no goddamn decisions
Like damn man, why so pessimistic, like damn man, my brain is so acidic
Deep in a endless void, somebody take my soul right to the morgue
I'm on my way to the Ford, I got my choppa I'm ready for war
This is a masterpiece, keep the philanthropy
I got dat axe on me, I got these stacks with me, I got the racks on me cause I got no vanity
Tear the limbs up like a blunderbuss, f*cked around and gave a few hard niggas the bubble guts, f*ck with us
This clusterf*ck full of a bunch of sluts, I got a whole bus full with a bunch of sluts
Writer: Alexander Mckinnon-Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid