ny (ned flander)

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