LYRICS
NY （Flander）-Odd Future
Written by ：Tyler Okonma/Gerard Long
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 ****ed niggas fracture
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
Btch I'm actually old
I'm spinnin'like the cover we on
You're in between the pages
I'm 21now been running these fairfax
Blocks for ages
Organic for breakfast
We raging on stage it's twelve noon
On my clock engaged for twelve gauges
I spit the plague and don't believe
It be a pageant
I've seen you right there photos
Will take it then buy save it
****
This that weed shit hot shit
Pissed off custodians
Get rich and marry fat **** Lamar Odom
I'm rich **** jars of jelly
And a jar of petroleum that I had used
I'm planning on firing Clancy
Ain't no d**n controllin'him boy
You can't carry this them
Cannon that Nickelodeon boy
My wood doubled higher than fat **** sodium
My neck is green but in the ****ing
Can my urine is zone as him
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 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 **** me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain't nobody gotta know
No ****ing shit