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 some trees, hearing voices chant 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 I'm acting silly, ugh, my name's Filip, ugh I won't stop until I make a couple millis, ugh X2
] 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 I still do the rap thing, of course, Ma No called one thus far, guess they think I'm subpar Not at the studio, but 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 I'maActing silly, ugh, my name's Filip, ugh I won't stop until I make a couple millis, ugh X2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
