NY (Ned Flander) Songtext
von 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