Taco Hemingway - Normal Man / Pop Vulture tekst piosenki (lyrics)

I'm a fucking walking normal man
Drinking orange Fanta straight out
Of a soda can
I'm a big time Yoga fan summer vacation
Making plans to go to France
I might go to Japan to try to find and wine
And dine Scarlett Johansson
Try to be wise, I quote Quran
Fuck Jay Leno, gotta double fucking name
It's Conan Stan
My style is boring, cause my goals are bland
Fuck rock, I'm a hip hop, and boulder fan
I stood still when you posers ran
He grip the microphone with both his hands
Just like a shotgun in the
Hands of an older man
When he becomes irrelevant just
Like a postage stamp
Their style is cheesy, while I'm mostly ham
I put you fucks in a truck
You can call me Stan
You like the bible, I'm a Moses fan!
I'm burning trees, hearing voices chant
(Hi Rihanna) , oh
Fingerbang her with Royce's hand
Cause I'm a man, all you boys be damned
Fuck your ploys and plans
Clark Kents change clothes and run
While I relax, put my
Kryptonite in Lois' bum, fun

What a pity, I'm walking through the city
Fuck me, no one's even half pretty, ugh
I'm acting silly, ugh, my name's Filip, ugh
I won't stop until I make a couple millis
Ugh
What a pity, I'm walking through the city
Fuck me, no one's even half pretty, ugh
I'm acting silly, ugh, my name's Filip, ugh
I won't stop until I make a couple millis
Ugh

I'm from Warsaw where nobody foresaw
We'd be fucked in a war
When power divorced law
I shower in blood and call it a gore SPA
Mom is asking if Im still doing
The rap thing, of course, ma
No one called thus far
Guess they think I'm subpar
Not at the studio, but at another pub crawl
Don't blame me
It's your fucking Lord's fault
"No it's not" i guess I found your sore spot
Write rhymes, eyes bleeding with ink
I'm Rorschach
I'm not into fucking preachy rap talk
So fuck Pac call up mister Walt White
Just wait for my door knock
Crack a beer open, not smoking opium or rock
I'm not Mr horrorcore i'm
Mr voldemort in Baltimore
I'm giving you the war you've been hoping for
Fighting with Omar behind Walmart
Of course it's raw
And if you're getting dizzy cause all
The blood? You should focus more
Not the kind of vocal that folks ignore
Room shakes when I open the vocal chord
I'm screaming fuck the Vatican 'till
The pope is sore gives me my cash back
Greener than the fucking Hulk and Bulbasaur
Point me to the smorgasbord
I'm get eat like an animal
Like I don't know what these forks is for
Each line is a Horcrux, boy
And each time, I gotta remind
You I give no fucks, boy

What a pity, I'm walking through the city
Fuck me, no one's even half pretty, ugh
I'm acting silly, ugh, my name's Filip, ugh
I won't stop until I make a couple millis
Ugh
What a pity, I'm walking through the city
Fuck me, no one's even half pretty, ugh
I'm acting silly, ugh, my name's Filip, ugh
I won't stop until I make a couple millis
Ugh