NY (Ned Flander) (Hodgy Beats & Tyler The Creator)
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] Carter Wong, bring the challenge from the eight masters Hodgy Long one of them bastards that would head bash ya Yeah, we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher Is to whiplash out and leave you pussy niggas fractured I need meds from a mental institution 'fore my brain is revenged, free throw finger shootin' Record them screamin, interwine them in a loop, then Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage in fact I'm 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 12 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
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[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] This that we shit hot shit, piss off custodians Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiom 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 and 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 have famous friends who like coke and they're drugged Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club Jerry's trying to get a tug but it 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, fucking fuck, me