[Verse 1]
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

[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 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
[Verse 2]
(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 n***as 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
(Man I'm scared I ain't even trying to go inside any more I'm good)
N***a 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, n***a
I can't get a job after the shit I said on the mic n***a
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
[Chorus]

[Skit:]
I'unno, this shit seem a little sketchy to me, this n***a trippin'

[Filthy Wonka] Aight little n***as, it's time to go inside the factory. No cameras! No cameras, if I see one of you lil' n***as pull a phone out, this shit is over! Now who is this old-ass n***a?
[Nephew] Oh, this my Uncle Joe. The ticket said you could bring a parent or a guardian
[Filthy Wonka] N***a fuck your Uncle Joe! Get this old n***a outta here, not everybody can come up here!
[Nephew] Hey hold on bruh what'chu doing?!
[Filthy Wonka] Crowda get this old n***a off my lot!
[Nephew] 'Ey, 'ey hold on man don't be touching on my Uncle Joe like that man!
[Filthy Wonka] Fuck up outta here
[Nephew] But the fucking 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 fuck!?
[Filthy Wonka] Now you ain't got no ticket! You disqualified
[Nephew] Man, this that bullshit bruh! Came all the way to the... Man fuck this factory man!
[Filthy Wonka] Come on little n***as let's do this shit I ain't got all fucking day...
[Arguing for Uncle Joe continues in background as sound fades]