NY (Ned Flander) lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Carter Wong, bring the challenge from the eight masters
Hodgy Long one of them bast*rds that would head bash ya
Yeah, we Skate Mental, but the meaning of a Thrasher
Is to whiplash out and leave you pus*y n*ggas 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, 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, 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, b*tch

[Interlude]
Oye pero ya déjame en paz chingado
No mas me están persiguiendo hablándome de una bola de babosadas, como si yo fuera a saber lo que están diciendo
Yo no se que es un pinche "odd future." ¿Qué es eso? ¿Qué es un "odd future?" Yo no se que es eso pero vale más que se vaya mucho a la verga con sus estupideces

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
This that we sh*t hot sh*t, p*ss off custodians
Get rich and marry fat b*tch Lamar Odiom
I’m rich b*tch, 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, them 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 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 f*ck me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain't no condom on, f*cking f*ck, me
[Outro]
Y si no me dejan en paz les voy a llamar a los policías. Ya vete a la casa de tu mamá. Cómo si yo fuera a meterme con unos chamacos, por favor. Yo solamente ando con hombres en serio
I hate you, you f*cking b*tch, you don't respect woman, I suck five of your friends f*cking di*ks, you didn't even know that, but you f*cked my sh*t up, you broke my motherf*cking heart. I suck five of your friend's di*ks. Not one, not two, not three, not four, FIVE. And one of them was f*cking FAT
Wait, stop, stop babe. Keep going
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