Yonkers

Produced by: Tyler, The Creator

<Intro>

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang

<Verse 1>

I'm a *******in' walkin' paradox — no, I'm not

Threesomes with a *******in' triceratops, Reptar

Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars

Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks

Bedrock, harder than a mother*******in' Flintstone

Making crack rocks outta ************ ************ fishbones

This ************ Jasper tryin' to get grown

About five, seven of his ******* in my bedroom

Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and ************

While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men

(Syd, shut the ******* up)

Here's the number to my therapist (************)

You tell him all your problems, he's *******in' awesome with listenin'

<Chorus>

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang

Wolf Haley, Golf *******in' Wang

<Verse 2>

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses

I told him to quit *******in', this isn't a *******in' hotline

For a *******in' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine

And he's not *******in' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time

I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal

This the revenge of the *******s; that's nine ************ that ************ 9's

This ain't no V. Tech ************, or Columbine

But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time

(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah)

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

My mom's gone, that *******in' broad will never understand me

I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin

(What you think of Hayley Williams?)

******* her, Wolf Haley robbin' them

I'll crash that *******in' airplane at that ************ ************ 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? (Cool)

Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers

All I want – ******* money, diamonds, and *******; don't need 'em

But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em

It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em

Snap back, green ch-ch-chia *******in' leaves

It's been a couple months

And Tina still ain't perm her *******in' weave

Damn

<Chorus>

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah

Goddamn goblin

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah

<Verse 3>

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' ************ hipster with a pitchfork

Still suicidal, I am

I'm Wolf, Tyler put this *******in' knife in my hand

I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that *******in' hole in my head

And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a ************ in your *******

(What the *******, man?) ******* the fame and all the hype, G

I just wanna know if my father would ever like me

But I don't give a *******, so he's probably just like me

A mother*******in' goblin

(******* 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 ************

Dead