Filthy Imagination lyrics

by

Vinnie Paz


[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 di*k, 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
Ass, 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 massive 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 bloody apron, 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 massacred

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo
Everybody expect a written apology
The b*tches, the church, the gays, 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 homophobic, 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 sadistic sh*t you b*tches can imagine!
[Chorus]
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