Issue No 174 Filth Lyrics

Filth flowing, flowing filth for the flame
Asking cool, goddamn
Now let me tell you the motherfuck I am
Jay Dee the man like spam, come in a can
Fat like fam bur rap like'
Ass sweeter than the Grand Canyon
Known 'cause I'm a scam lord'
Niggas critiquing like a pasty bitch
Know that most of these hoes sick
They need to move out of my face, I bust this
I bust rap like the bloods will bust caps
Doing it, just like cribs to bust back
Take me with, all of my niggas talk trash
Back trash talking with a can of whip ass
Smashing like a fast, they ain't scared to blast'
Fuck that, it'll never happen
Not gonna whoop and whether is the rap
Or the streets that I'm flipping like'
I'm not gonna stop, out of control, can't flap it
Niggas slapping, probably those same niggas napping'