Taco Hemingway - Listening To Arctic Monkeys lyrics

Verse 1: Filip in this b**h like a hound barking super fast Smoke rising up to the lungs from a hookah gla** Left hand, Red Stripe, like the 'Murican flag Jacking the White out of your sight, making you super sad Stranger than a nun who decided to wear skirts more Smell the microphone like the dome of my first born "Achy Breaky" Billy Ray, he told me I should twerk more Emcees running out of bars you better call the jerk store Or AT&T. Tell me your mates hate me It's making me fairly angry, like - really? - why would you say it to me I'm from Poland but the internet made me Teeth f**ed, though I haven't smoked cigarettes lately This that new stuff, it s**s, let me bust a few Lady Luck, I'm just being blunt, got a crush on you Zero point seven per throat, just like the Russians do Polish people too, I'm like Tevez, very emotional Name's Filip. Last name unpronounceable Mentally ill, I'm thinking 'bout what would House do I do my own thing I bang some loud tunes Police banging at my door like I wasn't allowed to Chorus: I was just listening to "Marvin's Room" I was just listening to Arctic Monkeys I was just listening to DANGERDOOM But if you want, you can come in and f**ing cuff me X2 Verse 2: Words shooting out like midgets from cannons Shipping d**h, I'm on fire like I'm swimming for Stannis I hit the water to cool off, take your chick to Atlantis I ride some sea who*es for a while, then I'm tickling salmons That was a p**y joke, I'm kind of embarra**ed Rappers claiming they are Michael, f** it, call me Maharis Ain't his first language, dude is rapping with mad talent Going hard at it, since he moved out of his dad's phallus, ugh Let me bring it down a bit Here I sit, couple buckets, 80 pounds of spit I should send it to the healers, even, better the dealers And I would measure it in liters but its kind of thick, you know. I'm a Valleyman, s**ing on mangos Hemingway is that f**er always causing a scandal Anyway, then I motherf**ing buck'em like Django Tell it straight, count two doors, then hop in the Lambo I'm a goddamn dirty Pollack Man I can't believe I'm drinking freaking c**a cola Went to Paris, that's the only reason Lisa is Mona I drank red, then I pa**ed out on the street corner Woke up in London just to get my diploma Actual Master of Science on THIS microphone I'm back home play just to bump some f**ing Kendrick, hol'up Somebody's banging at my door, the neighbor's must've called up