Filth
FILTH - SEVENTH SEAL (Official Video)
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Lyrics
Goddamn.
Witness the fall.
It's always the same.
Got caught slipping, so you shift the blame.
How could you ever throw dirt on my name?
In the presence of God bitch, don't show your face.
You made your bed now lie in it.
Truth is you belong in a fucking ditch.
You made your bed now lie in it.
Got no room in my circle for a fucking snitch!
Fucking snitch!
Die.
Wither away.
Self righteous fuck.
I got time today.
If you want static.
Pussy Boy you can have it.
Disappear like Houdini.
He got hit with the magic.
You made your bed now lie in it.
Truth is you belong in a fucking ditch.
You made your bed now lie in it.
Got no room in my circle for a fucking snitch.
You made your bed.
Now lie in it.
You made your bed.
Now lie in it bitch.
All music and lyrics by Filth
Music video shot and edited by Toddi Babu
Recorded/Produced/Mixed/Mastered by Greg Hinck
Crowdkill Records
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Credits
Written by - Filth
Produced/engineered/mixed/mastered by - Chop Harder Studios (Greg Hinck)
Video by - Toddi Babu
Artwork by - Devoured Designs (Andrew G Calleri)
Lyrics
I am not a game you can play.
You're either with me, or in my fucking way.
12 Gauge blood sprayed blow yo ass away.
You ain't running a thing but your mouth.
I hear you talking, what the fucks that about?
Kings of the south in our house.
When grown folks talking bitch close yo mouth.
It's that nig*a from NC keep it G.
Enemies better flee from the scene when they see coming.
Motherfuckers wanna test me.
No stress B.
I'll never let fake fuck like you ever vex me.
It's that nig*a Dirty D!
I'll never let a fake fuck like you vex me.
I'm beaming him up like his name was Scotty.
Wipe that boy nose, we leaving him snotty.
Hoe ass nigga get hit with the shotty.
He wrote a statement, can't trust nobody.
The opps catching L's, bitch get bodied.
Ain't damn thing that could ever do to stop me.
Flexing on you fucks is my hobby.
You better watch your mouth, PUNK!
Talk is cheap, and they're still buying it.
My pride is not for sale.
Put the realist shit back on the shelf.
Keep that bullshit to your fucking self.
Come hard or not at all.
I'm painting your brains on the fucking wall.
I'm not a game you can play.
Never speak my name.
You're either with me, or in my fucking way.
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Credits
Written by - Filth
Produced/engineered/mixed/mastered by - Chop Harder Studios (Greg Hinck)
Video by - Toddi Babu
Artwork by - Landmind Design (Mark DeGruchy)
Lyrics
Let me make you a martyr.
Post our pictures on every screen.
We all know the truth isn't what it seems.
Hide your face so your conscience is clean.
Cannon fodder for your wildest dreams.
Your wildest dreams!
We will all go down in history
Forgotten.
A relic of our own misery.
Feelings are feelings, they mean shit to me.
Self righteous fuck die for what you believe.
I wanna drive the nails through your hands
Put you on a cross with all of your friends.
Public display of torment.
Feel what we feel right before the end.
Fuck you forever. Again and again and again.
We all know how this ends.
Fuck what you stand for.
Because you'll fall for anything.
Don't give a fuck what you have to say.
You can't take shit from.
Fuck what you stand for, because you'll fall for anything.
Don't give a fuck what you have to say.
You can't take shit from me.
Don't give a fuck what you have to say.
I never fucked with you anyway.
Public display of torment.
Feel what we fill right before the end.
Fuck you forever, again and again and again.
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Credits
Written by - Filth
Produced/engineered/mixed/mastered by - Chop Harder Studios (Greg Hinck)
Video by - Toddi Babu
Artwork by - Devoured Design (Andrew G Calleri)
Lyrics
Disrespect
You'll get what you get
I hear all that talking but I'm with the shit
Set in my ways
Gutter is the name
Ride with the gang
We do not fuck with no lames
Everything I do, I do it for the gang
Why you speaking on me
Get the fuck out my face
Before I spill your guts all over this place
No face, no case
If there's no face there's no case
When will you realize that you 'll never be me
How could you ever get the 1up on a G
Tried to hoe me, you can get fucked for free
Like Stevie Wonder
You could never see me
I remember the days, before everything had changed
Now we gotta watch what the fuck we say
And everyday there's someone new
With their neck in a noose.
Gutter Gang
You know what it is
Get your wig split bitch
Growing hatred your soul is devoured
Just welcome all of the pain
Digging up dirt on your friends
When you should be digging your own grave
I always new it would go too far
Because we always go too hard
Applying pressure when I walk'em down
To his last day
To his last day
Set in my ways
Gutter is the name
Ride with the gang
We don't fuck with lames
All that I do I do for the gang.
When you speak on me get out of my lane
Set in my ways
Gutter is the name
Ride with the gang
We don't fuck with lames
And all that I do, I do for the gang
Disrespect
You'll get what you get
I hear all that talking but I'm with the shit
Set in my ways
Gutter is the name
Ride with the gang
We do not fuck with no lames
Everything I do, I do it for the gang
Why you speaking on me
Get the fuck out my face
Before I spill your guts all over this place
No face, no case
If there's no face there's no case
Constantly caught in rage
Stupid mother fuckers
Cant get out of their way
Just stay the fuck out the way
I always knew it would go too far
Because we always go too hard
I always knew it would go this far
Because we always go too hard
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Credits
Written by - Filth
Produced/engineered/mixed/mastered by - Chop Harder Studios
Video by - Toddi Babu
Artwork by - Landmind Design
Lyrics
I am at loss for words
Which is more than you'll ever deserve
Put that boy in a box
May he rest in dirt
Try to come for me
You've got some fucking nerve
Say it with your motherfucking chest bitch
You're now rocking with the motherfucking best bitch
Say it with your motherfucking chest bitch
I aint the nigga to fuck with
Smile in my face
Watching and waiting for somebody to take my place
Nobody eats for free
You might just catch a fade
Guard your grill motherfucker
Stay in your place
Before I catch a case
Chin check
Get yo shit wrecked
Chin check
Fuck with the gang and get that ass slept
I am at loss for words
Which is more than you'll ever deserve
Put that boy in a box
May he rest in dirt
Try to come for me
You've got some fucking nerve
Chin check bitch
I see what you do
You watch how I move
Boy you is a fool
Get hit with the tool
Show'em the rules
Take em to school
Chin check
Watch what you say
When you speak my name
Boy I do not play
We poppin them thangs
I let that shit bang
No we ain't the same
Chin Check


