OF Tape Vol 2 coming March 20th. Lyrics below.
Odd Future - NY (Ned Flanders) Lyrics [ft. Hodgy Beats & Tyler, The Creator]:
[Verse: 1 Hodgy Beats:]
[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 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 throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clothes and their wannabe me clothes
Bitch I'm actually old
I spin like the couple we are
You're in between the pages
I'm 21 now but been running this fan squad 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've seen you right there photos will take it then buy save it
Bitch
[Hook:]
(Lady speaking Spanish making fun of Odd Future)
[Verse: 2 Tyler, The Creator]
This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians
Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem
I'm rich bitch, jars of jelly and a jar of petroleum that I had used ???
I'm planning on firing with Clancy with that petroleum 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, 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 it 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 bun
If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain't nobody gotta know
No fucking fuck
Me
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 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 throwing T-Bones to these wannabe me clothes and their wannabe me clothes
Bitch I'm actually old
I spin like the couple we are
You're in between the pages
I'm 21 now but been running this fan squad 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've seen you right there photos will take it then buy save it
Bitch
[Hook:]
(Lady speaking Spanish making fun of Odd Future)
[Verse: 2 Tyler, The Creator]
This that weed shit, hot shit pissed off custodians
Get rich and marry fat bitch Lamar Odiem
I'm rich bitch, jars of jelly and a jar of petroleum that I had used ???
I'm planning on firing with Clancy with that petroleum 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, 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 it 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 bun
If you fuck me you gonna leave with runny nose
I be running in these hoes ain't nobody gotta know
No fucking fuck
Me
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