"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 that leaves you p-ssy niggas fractured I need meds from a mental institution Before my brain is revenged, feel the fingers shootin’ They caught him screaming in a twine of mental looping Take the garbage out back I pay the homage in fact I’m throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones in their wannabe me clothes B!tch I’m actually old I’m spinnin’ 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 We raging on stage its twelve-noon on my clock, engaged for twelve gauges I spit the plague and don’t believe it be a pageant I’ve seen you right there photos will take it then buy save it B!tch
This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odom I’m rich b!tch, jars of jelly and a jar of petroleum that I had used I’m planning on firing Clancy, ain’t no damn controllin’ him boy You can’t carry this them Cannon that Nickelodeon boy My wood doubled higher than fat bitches sodium My neck is green but in the f-cking can my urine is zone as him 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 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 tub but it isn’t paid enough Now if he doubles it I’ll tuck it in the bathtub with bubbles And a rubber ducky that I got on tour Kentucky with some groupies Where I had got hooky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bun If you f-ck me you gonna leave with runny nose I be running in these hoes ain’t nobody gotta know No f-cking f-ck Me