A Letter To The New York Post Public Enemy

[Intro: Flavor Flav]
Yo, G! Come and get your New York Post!
New York Post, right here! Come on, y'all!
Get the boast-a, boast-a, boast-a
Coast-a, coast-a, New York Post-a

[Verse 1: Flavor Flav]
Yo, New York Post, don't brag and boast
Dissin' Flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper 'cause I smacked that girl
She's the mother of my kids I took around the world
Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain subjects in a duck pond
If you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Watch what you tell 'em cause they don't bring you glory
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around, he's a real McCoy

[Ad-lib: Chuck D]
Yeah, you tellin' Flav, we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the East coast
Matter of fact, the whole state
Forty cents in New York City, fifty cents elsewhere
And makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit