Fresh cut as a pigeon blooded smoke
Stoke the cobra coats over
Got rabble pants with psycho dance
and cook because the wattage
Electric yoke N.Y. there’s gonna
be movie sluts in gospels
Finish the bodega rode in moment
My twenty- three’s lean over
a cobra motor milligram bender
A tip lives prior to clippin'
When metal maggot’s borough in Promised Land vein
division I tug my friend down to my astigmatism
Last catapult standin' in
a land of coke and hookers
King cotton common, no problem for brick shawl lows,
sock puppets and sitcoms describe long pages bread in a hotbox wigwam
Debra tone hit the dish where the teens demonstrate ease in the hot days
when she purchase the foundations of the last remix of ? service
Me oh I checked into the murals to see sub
numinous f***er and um respect
Find out what it means to me New York
Walk knots with electric ninjas who bark
bounce with punked out whip
Like my company Delorean’s the

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Get nowSkipper’s out of happy pills again, he’s in
the neighbors garbage (ah Skippy)
He’s making paper dolls decorated with
He’s labeling the dolls with the names
of s***ty rap artist (no)
Then tearing out the still beating heart
from the loose- leaf carpets
I ordered a hovercraft off the
Built it in three days and thought
My gills call the east river rock bottom home in three
eyed guppies and sea horses mutations
See New York as ancient Rome, basic
Basically stoned, faith is
My friend jumped of the empire state building while
I hung tenth grade head cases
Some of them lost the base hit
While they all read brims in the metal
die cast Vol- tron cadence, what
N- Y electric, cannibal, burners, pigs,
magnums, crack, bag baby, roach bait
Pristine kicks spread in the iris of the needle
I’m a thread the needle (just for
I’m a thread the needle (just for
I’m a thread the needle (just for
da da da, da da da, da da da
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da
Beaker one- nine- nine- eleven- o- one witness,
I was on a serious tree bender with my
hands up at a crazy wall’s show
Never circuit bacon don’t police
You’re a trained professional
? forty- one shots over par
Raise truth like Charlie within a grants
raise roofs in a glass wankavator
Operate wild by the company of
the turn stones and thinner
Talk his way out of a sunburn
and be home in time for dinner
Paid dues since the door two days
of bad acid and Quaaludes
While a boom box talks trash
With a zip lock on a pill hole
I’ll spend my last dollar on me
Put one up for my family,
should have made time to thank them
for recognizing the sanctum
Put one up for the socially
New York pissed hits bleed Dolby homie
N- Y electric, cannibal, burners, pigs,
magnums, crack, bag baby, roach bait
Pristine kicks spread in the iris of the needle
I’m a thread the needle (just for
I’m a thread the needle (just for
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da
It go beaker one- nine- nine- eleven- o- one witness,
You’ve stalked elephant, lions, tigers,
You’ve been within fifteen,
twenty yards the most deadly game in the world
You’vebeen with some of the most famous guides
What’s the biggest thrill