Filthy 

Lyrics by Self Jupiter

Featuring Fanny Franklin on the hook

Music by Kenny Segal

 

Fanny:

Its the Kleenrz. The Kleenrz.

Jupiter:

Filthy by association
My hands are dirty by my occupation
I wake up early and I do my job
It’s my profession heres my calling card
They told me early don’t get love involved
Sometimes i act like I know it all
I push a button and your car explodes
Ain’t no tellin what tommorrow holds
She looks seductive sliding down that pole
That’s her knockin at my apartment door
My employers they want perfection
And I don’t have to have an introduction
They consider me the KLEEN UP MAN
I come on in like the bogeyman
But I’m a teddybear if you knew me
I have part of me that’s unassuming
My relationships don’t last too long
Mr right now is always gone
I touched down on the island of Guam
Not for pleasure but the weather is warm
I had a thought when I severed his arm
She left her panties on the bedroom floor
Probably wished I gave her more attention
What she dont know is that I’m always listening
Fiberoptics is a great invention
Excuse me if I sound condescending
I brought my briefcase with things inside
A hacksaw and my cleaning supplies
I think she thinks that I’m a regular guy
couple of suits and a couple of ties
There’s assortment of weapons in the wall
headboards even dressers and drawers
Lampcovers, pillows, and floorboards
Semtex in a Ford Taurus
She looks so innocent when she is sleeping
We had an argument over the weekend
Accused me of being too interesting
All her friends think I’m too interesting

Sample:

“Didnt you used to be a cop?  Yup. didnt have the stomach for it”

Jupiter:

Filthy by association
My hands are dirty by my occupation
I wake up early and I do my job
It’s my profession heres my calling card

Fanny:

Its the Kleenrz.  The Kleenrz.
Solving all your problems just as fast as they can
No job’s too messy for the clean up men

 

(August Buoy Music ASCAP/Syndakit Segal Solutions ASCAP)