Ny (Ned Flander)

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

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 pussy n*ggas 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 throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones and their wannabe me clothes

B*tch 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

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 pagan

I'll send your wife dead photos of you taken by Sagan

B*tch



[Verse 2: Tyler The Creator]

This that weed sh*t, hot sh*t pissed off custodians

Get rich and marry fat b*tch Lamar Odiem

I'm rich b*tch, and y'alls 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 b*tches sodium

And nuggets greener than the f*cking 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 them drugs

Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club

Jerry's trying to get a tug but isn't paid 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 hooky with some sucky-sucky trust me honey bunny

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