A Letter To The New York Post

Yo, gee

Come and get your New York Post

New York Post right here

Come on, y'all

Get the Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh, Post, uh

Coast to coast, uh, New York Post, uh

Yo, New York Post, don't brag or 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 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

Just mind what you tell 'em, 'cause they don't bring glory (uh)

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 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 Public Enemy, rapstar beats lover

With the headline of a fucked up cover

Out the pot took plate, New York Post

Get your story straight, motherfucker

It always seems that 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's 190 years of continuous 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 own the most business

Wrote on faith of valuesness

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

Ah, looks like somebody slipped up here

Well, 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 down to gettin' the facts straight about P.E.

Get your shit correct