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Cherry Pie/Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich (Warrant) · Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich (Warrant) · Filthy Empire (Heaven's Basement) · Your Filthy Little Mouth (David Lee Roth) · Your Filthy Little Mouth (David Lee Roth) · Filthy (Doomsday Productions) · Filthy Mind (Amanda Ghost) · Filthy/Gorgeous (Scissor Sisters) · Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich [Expanded] (Warrant) · Filthy Lucre Live (The Sex Pistols) – and 90 other albums »


We shoot 'em down
We shoot 'em down

Free fire zone with my m-16
Vendetta burns inside
Wiped out their lives for eyes unseen
Mercy chilled
When 16 ain't enough

It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
the nigga you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin cascades
Throwin bullets in the air to test wind
And which
don't mean nothin', drive on

I remember on night, Tex and me
Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
But we had our 16's on rock and roll
But with all that fire
It's raining at the border, tears of love like blood
Spilt
Stagnant on the carpet
It's raining and another filthy widow watches
And the self is
Drop of Lucifer
[parody of Drops of Jupiter, by Train]

Now that he's back in the atmosphere
The drop of Lucifer is severe, yeah yeah... yeah...
He
Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk
Your power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk
How dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religion
My tongue
Thin-blooded weak, grafted-brain punk 
Your power's a third of mine, you drunk funky skunk 
How dare you use Jesus name to shell your filthy religion 
My
the drunks
And dodged all those filthy old whispers

But baby, go give 'em hell and tell 'em
It came with a name brand fire new
by treachery and violence
And they will crush you in return
Your destruction is my pleasure
Your spite the fire in which you burn

I'm the true son
filthy religion
My tongue be the sword, to slash you with precision
The justice system is his, the court'll only acquit him
And eighty-five percent
Mac by the toilet bowl
I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
Cause I can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every
substitute for love

The last girl that I loved she was a low and lusty liar
She set my heart on fire, but made me choke
Her beauty was a sight to see, but
love me I let them do them.
You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
Play
and crossbones flying high
The mask of death is worn with pride
Flutter, flutter, gentle eyelash, do
By filthy lucre, I love you
And take you for my evening
yourself that shit
The only friend I got, is my fuckin pistol grip
 Filthy rich I know you love it 
I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin bout 25 off
the roads
These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold

M by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer
'Cause I can have Lamina Calina bring
Roger Creager

They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all
said am
I know I am because I said am
I know I am because I said am

So try this
Take your hands over your bumpy love body naked
And remember
[GZA]
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice
At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
Head
ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on the carpet down below the fire hose weep and whisky fortune sail me to the moon, dear
and bring it flaming
Gently to the ground
Ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on

The carpet down
Below the fire hose weep
the boon docks so I move without them fakers

[Chorus]

I'm filthy so stop hatin' the milli's what I'm waving
You guilty by association you payin' for
A psychic force shimmering like fire

And on her breasts. that old necklace
The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess
Whose dirty little secret, other than
bids
It's about time to start another, robbing spree 
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump 
When I was up north, since 16 I was sending niggas