Tyler, The Creator — Yonkers

[Intro] Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go [Verse 1] 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) [Chorus] Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang [Verse 2] 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 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, 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 [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 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