I Run Ny

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New York, big city of dreams And you know that I run this town (I run it!)
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The king of the streets, dressed in concrete Skyscrapers on my crown (I'm the king!)
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So if you want this Big Apple Come try to take a bite (C'mon!)
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Cause I run this motherfucking city and I won't give it up without a fight

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Yo, I run New York, it's a pain in the ass The city's crowded as fuck and it's covered in trash
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And the sanitation chief just shoveled shit in my face Another transit strike? Aw, fucking great
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I can't wait to have another meeting with the labor union
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So the mob can bend me over And then shove their fucking shoe in
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      But I do it so you can sip your pumpkin latté I literally run New York and it's exhausting

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I run New York, it's a fuckin' headache It really wears you down (It sucks!)
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In this lake of bureaucratic bullshit It's a miracle I don't drown

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Yo, I double literally run New York: I run the marathon Plus I organize it, so I double run the marathon
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But no one seems to give a fuck that Im a paragon Instead they Photoshop me so its looking like I wear a thong
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And laugh at it in my own office when I'm gone I went to the Knicks game and they booed me on the Jumbotron
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Excuse me for trying to help you! They won't be satisfied 'til I'm locked up in Bellevue
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I guess they don't tell you, this job sucks dick I run New York and it feels like shit

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The Chief of Police is a major bully, he laughs at my ideas (He's a jerk!)
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He made fun of my tie last week and I had to fight back tears

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Now on the surface, it probably seems like I should quit 'cause I spend every day getting punched in the dick
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But at night, I travel down into the subway wearing chainmail, locked and loaded for gunplay
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And battle the gigantic fire-breathing mutant rats! If I fucking quit, who the fuck would do that?
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I'll give you a hint: the answer is no one! That's why I'm in the sewer dressed up like a shogun
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'Cause on the equinox, a Hell Gate springs releasing hounds wreathed in the blood of kings
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And no one even knows, they just think I'm a dork but I still kill those fucking dogs, cause I run New York

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I run New York, it's a shitty gig, no overtime in my pay (Bullshit!)
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I asked this city for a fuckin' bonus and they said "no fuckin' way" (Unreal!)
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So rotten is this Big Apple it's crawling with worms inside (Come on!)
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But I run this motherfucking shithole city and it makes me wanna die

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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I run New York!
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Thank you

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