Yonkers (Live From Bonnaroo, 2016) lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper]
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang (Okay)
Yo

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd]
I'm a f*ckin' homosexual (What?), no, I'm not
Threesomes at the motherf*ckin' mall (Gettin' out them titties again)
Reptar, put the titties away (Nope)
Wearin' synthetic wigs that's made of Anwar's dreadlocks
It's bedrock, I'm harder than the goddamn Flintstone
Making crack rocks that's outta pus*y n*gga fishbones (Haha)
That n*gga Jay tryna get grown
About five, seven of his hoes in my bedroom (Hey)
Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and sh*t
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men
I said "Syd, shut the f*ck up"
Now, here's the number to my thеrapist (sh*t)
You tell him all your problems, he's f*ckin' awеsome with listenin' (Haha)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper, Jasper, (Crowd)]
It's the motherf*ckin' Golf Wang, the Golf Wang
It's the Golf Wang, the Golf Wang, Golf Wang
It's the motherf*ckin' Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd]
Alright
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit b*tchin', this isn't a f*ckin' hotline
For a f*ckin' shrink, n*gga, I already got mine
And he's not f*ckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' 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, ayo
(What'd you do, Tyler?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah)
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom is gone, that f*ckin' b*tch will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna hang out with Golf (What?)
But f*ck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that f*ckin' airplane that that faggot n*gga B.o.B is in
And I will f*ck Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And will not stop until I c*m (I'm here, whoa)
I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver?
Now, that's green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, f*ck money, diamonds, and b*tches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
It's some cooking books, the n*gga kids never wanted to read 'em
My Golf back is green ch-ch-chia f*ckin' leaves
It's been a couple months
And Tina still ain't perm her f*ckin' weave
Damn
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper, Jasper, (Crowd)]
It's the motherf*ckin' Golf Wang, the Golf Wang
The Golf Wang, the Golf Wang, the Golf Wang
It's the motherf*ckin' Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)
The Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang)

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, (Crowd)]
Alright
I'ma have y'all screamin' out some stupid sh*t
Can I get a motherf*ckin' Jasper? (Jasper)
I said alright, alright, alright (Alright, alright, alright)
Said Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Ha, it's on you, Jas'
Can I get a motherf*ckin' hot-dog? (Hot-dog)
A-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga (A-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga)
Ew (Ew)
Now scream! (Woo)
Motherf*cker!

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd]
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 stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f*ckin' knife in his hand
And I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f*ckin' hole in his head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a c*ck in your b*tch, faggot
(What the f*ck, man?) f*ck the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a f*ck, so he's probably just like me
And that's a motherf*ckin' (Goblin)