Odd Future - NY (Ned Flander) lyrics

rate me

(feat. 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 that leaves you p-ssy niggas 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’m throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clones in their wannabe me clothes

B!tch I’m actually old

I’m spinnin’ 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 pageant

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

B*tch

This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians

Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odom

I’m rich b*tch, jars of jelly and a jar of petroleum that I had used

I’m planning on firing Clancy, ain’t no damn controllin’ him boy

You can’t carry this them Cannon that Nickelodeon boy

My wood doubled higher than fat bitches sodium

My neck is green but in the f-cking can my urine is zone as him

I’m sneaking in your kid’s ear lobe

“Oh, no! It’s him! Goblin!”

Niggas 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 tub but it isn’t paid enough

Now if he doubles it I’ll tuck 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 bun

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

Thanks to Isiah Wolfe for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to nene for correcting these lyrics