Yonkers
[00:18.23] Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go
[00:00.00] I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not
[00:00.00] Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar
[00:00.00] Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
[00:00.00] Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
[00:00.00] Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone
[00:00.00] Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones (Haha)
[00:00.00] This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown
[00:00.00] About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (Hey)
[00:00.00] Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit
[00:00.00] While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men
[00:00.00] (Syd, shut the fuck up)
[00:00.00] Here's the number to my therapist (Shit)
[00:00.00] You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' (Haha)
[00:00.00] Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
[00:00.00] Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang
[00:00.00] Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
[00:00.00] I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline
[00:00.00] For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
[00:00.00] And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
[00:00.00] I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
[00:00.00] This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's
[00:00.00] This ain't no V. Tech shit, or Columbine
[00:00.00] But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
[00:00.00] (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah)
[00:00.00] And danced around the house in all-over print panties
[00:00.00] My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me
[00:00.00] I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
[00:00.00] (What you think of Hayley Williams?)
[00:00.00] Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' them
[00:00.00] I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
[00:00.00] And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
[00:00.00] And won't stop until the cops come in
[00:00.00] I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
[00:00.00] And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool)
[00:00.00] Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
[00:00.00] All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need 'em
[00:00.00] But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
[00:00.00] It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
[00:00.00] Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves
[00:00.00] It's been a couple months
[00:00.00] And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave
[00:00.00] Damn
[00:00.00] Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
[00:00.00] Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
[00:00.00] Goddamn goblin
[00:00.00] Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
[00:00.00] Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
[00:00.00] They say success is the best revenge
[00:00.00] So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
[00:00.00] Oh, not again, another critic writing report
[00:00.00] I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork
[00:00.00] Still suicidal, I am
[00:00.00] I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand
[00:00.00] I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head
[00:00.00] And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
[00:00.00] (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
[00:00.00] I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
[00:00.00] But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me
[00:00.00] A motherfuckin' goblin
[00:00.00] (Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said
[00:00.00] Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
[00:00.00] Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
[00:00.00] Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit
[00:00.00] Dead
