Yonkers

Wolf Haley Golf Wang
Im a fuckin walkin paradox no Im not
Threesomes with a fuckin triceratops Reptar
Rappin as Im mockin deaf rock stars
Wearin synthetic wigs made of Anwars dreadlocks
Bedrock harder than a muthafuckin Flintstone
Makin crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbone
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five-seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon Imma scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is tellin me that shes been gettin intimate with men
Syd shut the fuck up
Heres the number to my therapist
Tell him all your problems hes fuckin awesome with listenin
Wolf Haley Golf Wang
Wolf Haley Golf Wang
Jesus called he said hes sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin this isnt a fuckin hotline
For a fuckin shrink sheesh I already got mine
And hes not fuckin workin I think Im wastin my damn time
Im clockin three past six and goin postal
This the revenge of the dicks thats nine cocks that cock nines
This aint no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowlin I went home to some damn Adventure Time
（Whatd you do?） I slipped myself some pink Xanies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My moms gone that fuckin broad will never understand me
Im not gay I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
（What you think of Hayley Williams?）
fuck her Wolf Haley robbin em
Ill crash that fuckin airplane at that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And wont stop until the cops come in
Im an over achiever so how bout I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want fuck money diamonds and bitches dont need em
But where the fat ones at I got somethin to feed em
In some cookin books the black kids never wanted to read em
Snap back green ch-ch-chia fuckin leaves
Its been a couple months and Tina still aint permed her fuckin weave damn
Wolf Haley Golf Wang
Wolf Haley Golf Wang
Wolf Haley Golf Wang
Wolf Haley Golf Wang
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with a stack of magazines Im in
Oh not again another critic writing report
Im stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal I am
Im Wolf Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand
Im Wolf Ace put that fuckin hole in my head
And Im Wolf that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
WHAT THE FUCK MAN
Fuck the fame and all the hype G
I just want to know if my father would ever like me
But I dont give a fuck so hes probably just like me
A mother fucking goblin
FUCK EVERYTHING MAN
Thats what my conscience said
Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words let me try this shit
Dead