Yonkers 作曲 : T. Okonma Produced by: Tyler, The Creator Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang 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' Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf *******in' Wang 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 Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah Goddamn goblin Wolf Haley, Golf Wang 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' ************ 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