Taco Hemingway - Fuck Your List tekst piosenki (lyrics)
[Taco Hemingway - Fuck Your List tekst piosenki lyrics]
Right hand on the mic, my teeth crooked
I saw the spark up in your
Heart and then I took it
All that treasure under the sea
I overlook it
Then I take your fucking rhyme book
Apart so I can cook it
Look kid, don't you ever act stupid
I'll make you walk the sky like
Team Rocket or Luke did white trash
Married the game and then I bruised it
Had a grammar book, but I losed it
I mean loosed it, lost it, anyway
I never used it
I don't like the proper things
Biggie on my crucifix
Like a kiddy in some skinny jeans
I got stupid fit's
PO double L a c k you know who it is
When he in a room, then the room is his
When he slipped dick to a chick
All her tumors quit
He don't give a shit, what the rumour is
Him, Em, Hova, you've got two more picks
Is he serious? Just assume he is
Fuck your list, fuck your top 10
Fuck your YouTube arguments
"is it Kendrick or Em?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 5
Fuck your internet fights
"is it Wu Tang or Tribe?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 3
Fuck your commentary spree
"is it Nas or Jay Z?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top one (Aha)
I'm masturbating, I'm getting the job done
Left hand on the mic, my eyes swollen
I feel kind of boring
I've had my style stolen
"Ring ring" goes the phone and
You're asking who's calling
It's the Polish guy who loses
His mind every morning
I'm the ace above four kings
Top 5 wanted to fly, but they got sore wings
I'm Sinatra
Showing class and watching whores swing
Your life is kind of like this beat
Could use some more strings
Style obese, man
It couldn't have no more chins (Chins)
I'm a unicorn
So stop betting on which horse wins (Wins)
Doing the crudest porn
Just to stack up even more sins (Sins)
Ludicrous form, going since Filip was born
'till his corpse stinks (Stinks)
Heart beating so swift it broke ribs
Even though I'm dead, know the flow lives
I should be your favorite fucking thing
Like the porn flick
With the cutie pie with rouge thighs
Blue eyes and super-cool tit's
Or the goldfish you loved just
Like your own kid
Who had to be thrown in the
Toilet bowl over some grown shit
Or the puppy you loved
Who was your one friend
They took him to a farm and
After that you never saw him
I'll break your heart like that event
Or the night you had to ask
Your Momma where Daddy went
I'm coming hard like your
Daddy's friend you know?
The one who came over once or twice
To cum right on your Daddy's bed?
Fuck your list
Fuck your list, fuck your top 10
Fuck your YouTube arguments
"is it Kendrick or Em?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 5
Fuck your internet fights
"is it Wu Tang or Tribe?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 3
Fuck your commentary spree
"is it Nas or Jay Z?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top one (Aha)
I'm masturbating, I'm getting the job done
I saw the spark up in your
Heart and then I took it
All that treasure under the sea
I overlook it
Then I take your fucking rhyme book
Apart so I can cook it
Look kid, don't you ever act stupid
I'll make you walk the sky like
Team Rocket or Luke did white trash
Married the game and then I bruised it
Had a grammar book, but I losed it
I mean loosed it, lost it, anyway
I never used it
I don't like the proper things
Biggie on my crucifix
Like a kiddy in some skinny jeans
I got stupid fit's
PO double L a c k you know who it is
When he in a room, then the room is his
When he slipped dick to a chick
All her tumors quit
He don't give a shit, what the rumour is
Him, Em, Hova, you've got two more picks
Is he serious? Just assume he is
Fuck your list, fuck your top 10
Fuck your YouTube arguments
"is it Kendrick or Em?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 5
Fuck your internet fights
"is it Wu Tang or Tribe?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 3
Fuck your commentary spree
"is it Nas or Jay Z?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top one (Aha)
I'm masturbating, I'm getting the job done
Left hand on the mic, my eyes swollen
I feel kind of boring
I've had my style stolen
"Ring ring" goes the phone and
You're asking who's calling
It's the Polish guy who loses
His mind every morning
I'm the ace above four kings
Top 5 wanted to fly, but they got sore wings
I'm Sinatra
Showing class and watching whores swing
Your life is kind of like this beat
Could use some more strings
Style obese, man
It couldn't have no more chins (Chins)
I'm a unicorn
So stop betting on which horse wins (Wins)
Doing the crudest porn
Just to stack up even more sins (Sins)
Ludicrous form, going since Filip was born
'till his corpse stinks (Stinks)
Heart beating so swift it broke ribs
Even though I'm dead, know the flow lives
I should be your favorite fucking thing
Like the porn flick
With the cutie pie with rouge thighs
Blue eyes and super-cool tit's
Or the goldfish you loved just
Like your own kid
Who had to be thrown in the
Toilet bowl over some grown shit
Or the puppy you loved
Who was your one friend
They took him to a farm and
After that you never saw him
I'll break your heart like that event
Or the night you had to ask
Your Momma where Daddy went
I'm coming hard like your
Daddy's friend you know?
The one who came over once or twice
To cum right on your Daddy's bed?
Fuck your list
Fuck your list, fuck your top 10
Fuck your YouTube arguments
"is it Kendrick or Em?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 5
Fuck your internet fights
"is it Wu Tang or Tribe?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top 3
Fuck your commentary spree
"is it Nas or Jay Z?"
Fuck your list, fuck your top one (Aha)
I'm masturbating, I'm getting the job done