Yo, gee, come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on, y'all, get the boost stubost, stubost
Stubost, coasta, coasta New York Post

Yo, New York Post don't brag an' 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 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 cover stories about people's worries
Incomprehensible tell 'em cause they don't bring 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
'Cause he don't jive around, he's a real McCoy

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 bullshit

Flavor Flav is the one that makes The Post money
Writers making violence in headlines funny
Tryin' to undress my past 'til it's naked
Post got Flavor from sellin' all the 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
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Rapper of Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover
With the headline of a fucked up cover
Out the pot took the plate New York Post
Get your story straight motherfucker

It always seem they make our neighborhood look bad
Here's a letter to the New York Post
Yo, ain't worth the paper it's printed on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That's a hundred and ninety years continuous of fucked 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 owns the most business
Wrote 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 like toast

So when it comes to getting you facts straight about P.E.
Get your shit correct