NY (Ned Flander)

Odd Future & Hodgy & Tyler, The Creator - Rap, USA
NY (Ned Flander)
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Lyrics
[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 meanin' of a Thrasher Is to whiplash out and leave you pussy niggas fractured I need meds from a mental institution 'Fore I brandish revenge, free throw finger shootin' Record 'em screamin', intertwine 'em in a loop, then Take the garbage out back, I pay the homage, in fact I'm throwin' T-bones to these want-to-be-me clones In their want-to-be-me clothes, bitch, I'm actually old I spin you like the cover we on, you're in between the pages I'm twenty-one now, been runnin' these Fairfax blocks for ages Organic for breakfast, free-rangin' on stages Twelve-noon on my clock, engage 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 (Nigga), bitch [Interlude] Oye, pero ya, déjame en paz, chingado No más me están persiguiendo hablándome de una bola de babosadas Como si yo fuera a saber lo que están diciendo Yo no sé que es un pinche "Odd Future." ¿Qué es eso?, ¿qué es un "Odd Future?" Yo no sé que es eso, pero vale más que sé vaya mucho a la verga con sus estupideces [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 petroleum That I had used when I eloped with him and forty Mormon, and I'm plannin' on firin' Clancy, ain't no damn controllin' him, boy You can't carry this, them cannon Nickelodeon, boy My boy Domo higher than fat bitches sodium And nug is greener than the fuckin' can my Arizona's in I'm sneakin' in your kid's ear lobe, "Oh no, it's him! Goblin!" Dropped like the soap in the tub And now I have have famous friends who like coke in their drugs Dancin' with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club Jerry's tryin' to get a tug but it isn't payin' 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 gon' leave with runny nose I be runnin' in these hoes, ain't no condom on, fuckin' fuck me [Outro] Y si no me dejan en paz les voy a llamar a los policías I fucking hate you! Ya vete a la casa de tu mamá Who the fuck do you think you are? Cómo si yo fuera a meterme con unos chamacos, por favor (Smash you in the face, bitch) I fucking hate you, you fucking bitch Yo solamente ando con hombres en serio You don't respect women You don't love women! I sucked five of your friends' fucking dicks! You didn't know that, but you fucked my shit up, you broke my motherfucking heart! I sucked five of your friends' dicks! Not one, not two, not three, not four, but five! And one of 'em was fucking fat! Alright, stop! Stop it... Keep going?
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Credits
- Writers
- Hodgy
- Tyler, The Creator