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Illy Wonka
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Illy Wonka è stato pubblicato il 25 luglio 2026 da Mon'et Music come parte dell'album Illy Wonka - Single
25 luglio 2026
EtichettaMon'et Music
LinguaEnglish
BPM92
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Good morning starshine
The earth says hello
Ive got a hyperactive appetite for tearing the paradigm,
Paralyzing phonies when I'm parodying modern times,
Looking at the comments, everybody got an attitude,
I'm eating good, I'm getting fat, you lookin' like a snack of food!
​Flipping up the narrative, I'm making it compariative,
Look at the way that I'm flowin' it, totally imparative,
So I'll let em live, drop the shiv, run em straight through a sieve.
Grate em like a grater, great, guess I'll forgive.
So yeah I'll Toss her salad because I'm super valid!
Sippin' bitches asses from a chocolate-covered chalice,
Leaving everybody pallid, I'm a menace to the masses,
Got 'em mad at my existence, pushing buttons, Smacking asses.
I write the cringe to make you wince, I'm peeling back all the layers,
Tyrannical and satirical, I'm laughing at all the players,
The politicians, algorithms, yeah I'm sick of all the fakers,
Mon'et coming out for blood and sending 'em to meet they makers.
Yeah
I’m offensive on the regular, spectacular,
Flipping the vernacular to drain 'em like on Dracula,
They hating on the commentary, calling it a tragedy,
But secretly they studying the blueprint to my majesty.
Hook
Willy Wonka, making chocolate, bitch Im, nothing but trouble.
I got a chocolate log, for your butt hole, make you take it double.
Pure imagination? Nah, this that real-life man splaining
Step inside the factory, leave with nothin’ but your complaining
Shelaborating? yeah that bitch be collaborating
But with another man? Nah she just be mind gaming
Crazy in her head, never got time for explaining
Lazy Bitches always talking shit, man it's so fuckin draining
Bad nut, I eject ‘em, send ‘em down the garbage chute
Talkin’ big but gettin’ chewed like they Wonka’s fruit
I got the golden goose layin’ eggs made of truth
While these bitches layin’ nothin’ but excuses in the booth.
Squished ‘em in the juicer, now they pulp fiction
My flow too addictive, call it Wonka addiction
Grandpa Joe in the bed actin’ like he sick
But I caught him dancin’ when the check hit, what a prick.
Written by: Dakota Paul
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