Tyler, The Creator - Yonkers lyrics

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go

I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not
Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made
Of Anwar's dreadlocks bedrock, harder than a
Motherfuckin' Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta
Pussy nigga fishbones (Haha)
This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown
About five
Seven of his bitches in my bedroom (Hey)
Swallow the cinnamon
I'ma scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's
Been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up)
Here's the number to my therapist (Shit)
You tell him all your problems
He's fuckin' awesome with listenin' (Haha)

Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin'
This isn't a fuckin' hotline
For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh
I already got mine
And he's not fuckin' workin'
I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks
That's nine cocks that cock 9's
This ain't no V tech shit, 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 fuckin' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay
I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?)
Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' them
I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that
Faggot nigga BoB 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, fuck money
Diamonds, and bitches, 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 fuckin' leaves
It's been a couple months
And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' 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 stabbin' any bloggin' faggot
Hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am i'm Wolf
Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf
Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head
And I'm 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 wanna know if my
Father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck
So he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin (Fuck 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 shit dead