[Hook: Kool A.D]
Yo what's good New York? (yo what's good New York?)
Yo what's good New York? (yo what's good New York?)
Yo what's good New York? (And everybody in the Bay)
Yo what's good New York? (And everybody in the Bay)
[Verse 1: Lakutis]
Ayo my black swan feathers never ruffle
Like a crow, Russell
Go Russell, it's your birthday
I'm a bastard like Jon Snow
So I rocked the fur shoulder joint
While I cry about it
I'm supplied swords by hooded men
Goonish den where I lay at
Vajayjay they parade for me like I was Pat Sajak
Yaya baybay, how you living?
Me, I got a chip in my brain
And three titties to boot
So whatcha thinking?
Probably 'bout sex with me
Probably the next to be
Fucking with the three seashells
Me I'm from the future
Watch how I maneuver
Brazilian, Xuxa
A million, Rugers
A thousand, island, dressing
I'm undressing and dismembering you
In my eyes and hive mind and brain
'95 kane's car from light blue
Crystal, cleanest shit
Sharp as a thistle
Flyer than a regular piece of paper
Salmon with the mayo and the capers
Me I'm getting paper
Split hooves like a satyr
Living large boobs major
Sexy silly baby with the porcelain crown
Man down, man down
Momma, MOMA, Natural History Museum
Where I find my boney brethren
You can get in if you're sexed in
See me sexting, creepy sex pin
Peep the deepest bluest
My hat is like a dick, bitch
Yo what's good New York? (yo what's good New York?)
Yo what's good New York? (yo what's good New York?)
Yo what's good New York? (And everybody in the Bay)
Yo what's good New York? (And everybody in the Bay)
[Verse 1: Lakutis]
Ayo my black swan feathers never ruffle
Like a crow, Russell
Go Russell, it's your birthday
I'm a bastard like Jon Snow
So I rocked the fur shoulder joint
While I cry about it
I'm supplied swords by hooded men
Goonish den where I lay at
Vajayjay they parade for me like I was Pat Sajak
Yaya baybay, how you living?
Me, I got a chip in my brain
And three titties to boot
So whatcha thinking?
Probably 'bout sex with me
Probably the next to be
Fucking with the three seashells
Me I'm from the future
Watch how I maneuver
Brazilian, Xuxa
A million, Rugers
A thousand, island, dressing
I'm undressing and dismembering you
In my eyes and hive mind and brain
'95 kane's car from light blue
Crystal, cleanest shit
Sharp as a thistle
Flyer than a regular piece of paper
Salmon with the mayo and the capers
Me I'm getting paper
Split hooves like a satyr
Living large boobs major
Sexy silly baby with the porcelain crown
Man down, man down
Momma, MOMA, Natural History Museum
Where I find my boney brethren
You can get in if you're sexed in
See me sexting, creepy sex pin
Peep the deepest bluest
My hat is like a dick, bitch
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