(Owel Five)

I flip the verbal, to turn into Keyser Söze.
Then open with "fuck the world!"
Destroy it all like The Plutonian, homie.
I raid the Smithsonian. Low and behold that
the only thing I took was Fonzies jacket.
I hope there's a comb in it.
Pop a Zona. Tell the girlie's to shake it like Arnold Palmers.
All my tracks are off The Wall like song requests for Roger Waters
in concert. Cause I'm a monster. Your officer of The Filth.
Don't do no dirt. Touching the mic like a novice can get you killed.
I'm half Stallone & Schwarzenegger,
Half Capone-N-Noreaga.
I don't sit on 32's. The 32 sits on my Sega. I mean...

Sega Genesis. Better than the NES.
Nothing but dope when The Jeff is on the premises.
You got to get with it before we take over.
Don't diss. A diss just ain't kosher.
Don't you play The Game of Thrones,
cause I'll take the crown and them dragon skulls.
Ladies moan when they play this song.
It turns them all to Lord Baelish ho's.
Magnum opus, we do this proper.
I was raised by Björk Guðmundsdóttir.
Big Daddy Kane was my dude and father,
and school was taught by Kurosawa.
Hoochie mammas, they pray to get some.
So move that thang to the clap and the kick drum.
Victims all on the floor when I get dumb.
Spit that dirt like mud's on the kids tongue.

(Chorus)

You want filth cause it's better than clean.
I think you really want the filth.
Infect you with my disease.
I know you really want filth.
Put you down on your knees
and have you begging for the filth.

(Owel Five)

Damn! This shit be hard.
Please can I do another 16 bars?
Spit this quick, mixed in with pause.
Then I dance with the devil like Christine Sparr.
Kick that raw right to the beat y'all.
It's a track for the street like a rail for the street-car.
We large. Got it on lock like a key card.
Ye-haw! The Jeff have gone retard.
We talk Slick like Rick The Ruler.
Explode on the microphone, kill computer.
Girls do the twist, dudes twist the buddah
and straight pump that shit like you're Mr Rooter.
You know Jeff. Did I mention we kill the mic, duke
and Boe's got more beats than Dwight Schrute.
Like woah! Music to make your Nikes move.
Get loose to the tight groove.

(Chorus)

You want filth cause it's better than clean.
I think you really want the filth.
Infect you with my disease.
I know you really want filth.
Put you down on your knees
and have you begging for the filth.

You want filth..