Yonkers Lyrics
Tyler The Creator
- [Verse 1]
- I'm a f-ckin' 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 muthaf-ckin' Flintstone
- Makin' crack rocks outta pissy n-gga fishbone
- This n-gga Jasper tryna get grown
- About five-seven of his bitches in my bedroom
- Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and shit
- While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
- Syd, shut the fuck up
- Here's the number to my therapist
- Tell him all your problems, he's f-ckin' awesome with listenin'
- Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
- [Verse 2]
- Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
- I told him to quit bitchin', 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 dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
- This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
- But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time
- (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xanies
- 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?)
- F-ck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
- I'll crash that f-ckin' airplane at 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 over achiever, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
- And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
- Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
- All I want, f-ck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em
- But where the fat ones at, I got somethin' to feed 'em
- In some cookin' 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 permed her fuckin' weave, damn
- Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
- [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 stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
- Still suicidal? I am
- I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f**king knife in my hand
- I'm Wolf, Ace going to put that f**king hole in my head
- And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a c**k in your bitch
- (What the f**k, man?) f**k the fame and all the hype, G
- I just want to know if my father would ever like me
- But I don't give a f**k so he's probably just like me
- A mothaf**king Goblin
- (F**k 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 s**t, dead.
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