Yonkers lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go

[Verse 1]
I'm a f*ckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not
Threesomes with a f*ckin' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherf*ckin' Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta pus*y n*gga fishbones (Haha)
This n*gga Jasper tryin' to get grown
About five, seven of his b*tches 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
(Syd, shut the f*ck up)
Here's the number to my therapist (sh*t)
You tell him all your problems, he's f*ckin' awesome with listenin' (Haha)

[Chorus]
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf f*ckin' Wang

[Verse 2]
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, sheesh, 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
(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 f*ckin' 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 robbin' them
I'll crash that f*ckin' 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? (Cool)
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 black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, 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]
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

[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' faggot hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f*ckin' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f*ckin' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a c*ck in your b*tch
(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
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