NY (Ned Flander) [feat. Hodgy Beats & Tyler, the Creator]

Karl Malone bring challenge from the eight passes Hodgy Long one of them bastards that were head bashers Yeah we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher Is the whiplash out and leaves you pussy niggas fractured I need meds from a mental institution Before my brain is revenged, feel the fingers shootin' Record them screamin, interwine them in a loop, then Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage in fact I throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones and their wannabe me clothes Bitch I'm actually old I spin ya like the cover we on You're in between the pages I'm 21 now been running these Fairfax blocks for ages Organic for breakfast, Free-ranging on stages It's twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for twelve gauges I spit the plague, and don't believe it be a pagan I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan Bitch This that we shit, hot shit pissed off custodians Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem I'm rich bitch, and y'all's jelly as that jar of petroleum That I had used when I eloped with him and 40 Mormons I'm planning on firing Clancy, ain't no damn controlling him, boy You can't carry this gun Cannon Nickelodeon boy My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium And nuggets greener than the fucking can my Arizona's in I'm sneaking in your kid's ear lobe "Oh, no! It's him! Goblin!" Dropped like the soap in the tub Now I have famous friends who like coke and them drugs Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club Jerry's trying to get a tug but isn't paying enough Now if he doubles it I'll tug it in the bathtub with bubbles And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies Where I had got lucky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bunny If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose I be running in these hoes ain't no condom on No fucking fuck it Me