Front Seat lyrics

[Chorus]
You n*ggas want to witness the filth? Well I'mma really take you with me to kill
(Now get in the front seat)
Oh you think the sh*t I'm spitting is ill? Well wait til I slit the sh*t, and it spills
(While you in the front seat)
It's too late to try to get me to chill, matter of fact n*gga give me the drill
(That sh*t's in the front seat)
I'mma show you how sadistic it feel, and gets gritty when rich-city gets real
(And you in the front seat)

[Verse 1]
Yo, dim the lights a bit
Motherf*ckers know what time it is
I'm conducting experiments, an unlicensed scientist
Knife sharp enough to fight a f*cking Leviathan
Wait for my patient's last breath then I siphoned it
Liquid nitrogen, in a ten gallon pot
Freeze a n*gga's face then slam it on a countertop
You want Shock Rap? This is ten-thousand watts
b*tch I'm on stage giving G.G. Allin props
They calling me a chauvinistic masochist
I tell them I'm an entrepreneur-slash-philanthropist
Now watch me perform surgery on an acid trip
Causing accidents replacing organs with random sh*t
The African Honey Badger is ravenous
Slashing a b*tch's abdomen then wrap it in bandages
Coast-to-cast, motherf*ckers are vanishing
Now they're the filth factory sacrificial inhabitants
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
All you see is bloodshed when I drop a rhyme
My rap book look like the Necronomicon
When I open it ghosts come from behind the lines
All the souls from the foes I lyrically sodomized
I was my momma's little disaster
I'm sitting in a U-Haul truck getting plastered
This sh*t is packed to the limit full of pastors
And I'm fin'na dump it in a chemical reactor (Splash!)
b*tch I'm about to blow with insane raps
You and your crew can get a live grenade and play catch
I told Nobe(?) he can put the twelve-gauge back
I'm old-school, I'd rather strap a b*tch to the train tracks
Two lesbians, Mary-Anne and Lisa
Say good-bye, one of them died from anesthesia
You call it a dead body, I call it an easy f*ck
I'm Dr. Evil with his motherf*cking pinkies up!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Decomposing bodies got 'em sitting criss-crossed style
Stitches on they face so I can make 'em all smile
Tongues removed, with the eyeballs gouged
You can smell the release of enzymes and compounds
Stand aside, you fin'na see a master mind
Make a masterpiece out of broken bones and shattered spines
Strategize on how to make 'em agonize
Fantasize about snuff porn until the camera died
You n*ggas better beware of a sick f*ck
I'm cutting of silicone titties like Nip Tuck
This sl*t wanted implants but I was p*ss drunk
f*cked around and got my syringe stuck in the b*tch butt
n*ggas end up in a full body cast
Put 'em on a trolley then push 'em down the lobby fast
It's time to operate, where's my hockey mask
Now I'm eating guts for lunch in a salami bag
[Chorus]

[Skit:]
[White b*tch crying] Why am I even here any more? I don't wanna live any more...
[Gunshot]
Whoa! Oh, sh*t! Yo!
This white b*tch just blew her brains out, cuz!
Bro this sh*t cannot be happening, dog...
(Chaly: yo the factory is wild)
[Filthy Wonka: laughing manically]
I thought this is what y'all n*ggas wanted? I thought you wanted to see the filth, n*gga! You can't handle the filth? Now who wants to go home? You want to go home, Chaly? You want to go home?
[Chaly] I-I mean, Well, I ... I on'-
[Filthy Wonka] Well that's too bad! You're in this sh*t now, boy! There's no turning back!
(Cue: Midget Army Skit)