I Run NY (feat. Billie Joe Armstrong)

Ladies and gentleman, the mayor of new york

Good morning

It's been brought to my attention that many rap artist claim

That they run new york, but this is not the case

In fact, I wrote my own song about what it's really like

Please excuse the profanity in advance

Hit it

Alright, new york!

New york, big city of dreams, and you know that I run this town. (I run it!)

The king of the streets, dressed in concrete, skyscrapers on my crown! (I'm the king!)

So if you want this big apple, come try to take a bite! (c'mon!)

'Cause I run this motherfucking city and I won't give it up without a fight!

Yo, I run new york!

It's a pain in the ass!

The city's crowded as fuck

And it's covered in trash!

And the sanitation chief just shoved his shit in my face

Another transit strike? Aw, fucking great!

I can't wait

To have another meeting with the labor union

So the mob can bend me over

And then shove their fucking shoe in

So I do it

So you can sip your pumpkin latté

I literally run new york and it's exhausting!

I run new york

It's a fucking headache

It really wears you down! (it sucks!)

In this lake of bureaucratic bullshit

It's a miracle I don't drown!

I (double) literally run new york

I run the marathon

Plus I organized it

So I double-run the marathon!

But no one seems to give a fuck that I'm a paragon

Instead they photoshop me so

It's looking like I wear a thong

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!

Excuse me

For trying to help you

They won't be satisfied until I'm

Locked up in bellevue

I guess they don't tell you

This job sucks dick

I run new york and it feels like shit!

The chief of police is a major bully

He laughs at my ideas (he's a jerk!)

He made fun of my tie last week

And I had to fight back tears!

Now on the surface, it probably seems like I should quit

Cause I spend every day getting punched in the dick

But at night

I travel down into the subway

Wearing chainmail, locked and loaded for gunplay

And battle the gigantic fire-breathing mutant rats!

If I fucking quit, who the fuck would do that?!

I'll give you a hint

The answer is no one

That's why I'm in the sewer dressed up like a shogun

Because on the equinox, a hell gate springs

Releasing hounds wreathed in the blood of kings

And no one even knows!

They just think I'm a dork

But I still kill those fucking dogs, because

I run new york!

I run new york, it's a shitty gig

There's no overtime in my pay (bullshit!)

I asked this city for a fucking bonus

And they said: No fucking way! (unreal!)

So rotten is this big apple

It's crawling with worms inside! (come on!)

But I run this motherfucking shithole city

And it makes me wanna die!

I run new york!

Thank you