Bomb Squad - A Letter To The New York Post lyrics

[Flavor Flav] Yo gee Come and get your New York Post New York Post right here Come on y'all Get the bost stubost stubost Coasta coasta New York Post Yo New York Post don't brag or boast Dissin' flavor when he's bu*ter that you put on your toast Put my address in the paper cause I smacked that girl She's the mother of my kid's that 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 f*gney Cagney is a favorite he is my boy He don't jive around he's a real McCoy [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's forty cents In New York City fifty cents elsewhere It makes no goddamn sense at all America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullsh** Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money Writers making violence in headlines funny Tryin' to undress my past until it's naked Post got Flavor from sellin' no records Europe Asia to the street of New York Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk Do it to ya for The Post to employ me New York Post can't destroy me Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover With the headline of a f**ed up cover Out the pot took plate New York Post Get your story straight motherf**er It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad Here's a letter to the New York Post Ain't worth the paper it's printed on Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton That is 190 years continuous of f**ed up news Yo one can play the game, two can play the game Yo Flav read on can't forget you either Jet Flavor Flav is your best Jet yet My own people own the most business Write on faith of value'sness Should have checked with me before you wrote it Got it from another source and quote it Put it out like the new year bull drop In every beauty parlor and barber shop Flavor Flav world renown Can't keep a man like Flavor down Yo Jet be a good host Don't print bull like the New York Post Augh, looks like somebody slipped up here Anyway here's a letter to the New York Post Black newspaper and magazines are supposed to get the real deal From the source y'all Sorry, Jet you took the info straight out of The Post Burned us just like toast When it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E Get your sh** correct