Taco Hemingway - f** Your List lyrics

Verse 1: 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 see, I overlook it Then I take your f**ing 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 fits P.O. 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 sh**, what the rumour is Him, Em, Hova, you've got two more picks Is he serious? Just a**ume he is Chorus: f** your list, f** your top 10 f** your YouTube arguments, "is it Kendrick or Em?" f** your list, f** your top 5 f** your internet fights, "is it Wu-Tang or Tribe?" f** your list, f** your top 3 f** your commentary spree, "is it Nas or Jay Z?" f** your list, f** your top one I'm masturbating, I'm getting the job done Verse 2: 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 cla** and watching who*es swing Your life is kind of like this beat, could use some more strings Style obese, man, it couldn't have no more chins I'm a unicorn, so stop betting on which horse wins Doing the crudest p**n, just to stack up even more sins Ludicrous form, going since Filip was born 'till his corpse stinks Heart beating so swift it broke ribs Even though I'm dead, know the flow lives I should be your favorite f**ing thing, like the p**n flick With the cutie pie with rouge thighs, blue eyes and super-cool tits Or the goldfish you loved just like your own kid Who had to be thrown in the toilet bowl over some grown sh** 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? f** your list Chorus: f** your list, f** your top 10 f** your YouTube arguments, "is it Kendrick or Em?" f** your list, f** your top 5 f** your internet fights, "is it Wu-Tang or Tribe?" f** your list, f** your top 3 f** your commentary spree, "is it Nas or Jay Z?" f** your list, f** your top one I'm masturbating, I'm getting the job done