Yonkers lyrics

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go
I'm a f*cking walking paradox
No, I'm not, threesomes with a f*cking triceratops
Reptar, rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherf*cking Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta pus*y n*gga fishbones
This n*gga Jasper trying to get grown
About 5'7" of his b*tches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and sh*t
While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the f*ck up) here's the number to my therapist
(sh*t) you tell him all your problems, he's f*cking awesome with listening
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf f*cking Wang
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit b*tching, this isn't a f*cking hotline
For a f*cking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not f*cking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past six and going postal
This the revenge of the di*ks, that's nine c*cks that c*ck 9's
This ain't no V. Tech sh*t or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that f*cking broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) f*ck her, Wolf Haley robbing 'em
I'll crash that f*cking airplane that that faggot n*gga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver?
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, f*ck money, diamonds and b*tches, don't need them
But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em
It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia f*cking leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her f*cking weave, damn
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again! Another critic writing report
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f*cking knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f*cking hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved the c*ck in your b*tch
(What the f*ck, man?) f*ck the fame and all the hype, G
I just want to know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a f*ck, so he's probably just like me
A motherf*ckin' Goblin
(f*ck everything, man) that's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this sh*t
Dead