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Yonkers Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm a f*****' walkin' paradox no I'm not
Threesomes with a f*****' triceratops Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock harder than a m****f***in' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta p***y n-gga fishbone
This n**** Jasper tryna get grown
About five-seven of his b****** in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon I'mma scribble this sin and s***
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
Syd shut the f*** up
Here's the number to my therapist
Tell him all your problems he's f*****' awesome with listenin'

Wolf Haley Golf w***

[Verse 2]
Jesus called he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit b******' this isn't a f*****' hotline
For a f*****' shrink sheesh I already got mine
And he's not f*****' workin' I think I'm wastin' my d*** time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the d***s that's nine c**** that c*** nines
This ain't no V Tech s*** or Columbine
But after bowlin' I went home to some d*** 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 f*****' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?)
f*** her Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that f*****' airplane at that f***** n**** B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his g****** 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*** money diamonds and b****** 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*****' leaves
It's been a couple months and Tina still ain't permed her f*****' weave d***
[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 writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' f***** hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f*****' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f*****' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a c*** in your b****
(What the f***, man?) f*** 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*** so he's probably just like me
A m****f***in' Goblin
(f*** everythin', 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***, dead
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