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yonkers - tyler, the ceator lyrics

uh, wolf haley, golf w*ng, go
i’m a f*cking walking paradox
no, i’m not, threesomes with a f*cking triceratops
reptar, rapping as i’m mocking deaf rock stars
wearing synthetic wigs made of anwar’s dreadlocks
bedrock, harder than a motherf*cking flintstone
making crack rocks outta p*ssy n*gga fishbones
this n*gga jasper trying to get grown
about 5’7″ of his b*tches in my bedroom
swallow the cinnamon, i’mma scribble this sin and sh*t
while syd is telling me that she’s been getting intimate with men
(syd, shut the f*ck up) here’s the number to my therapist
(sh*t) you tell him all your problems, he’s f*cking awesome with listening
uh, wolf haley, uh, golf w*ng
uh, wolf haley, golf f*cking w*ng
jesus called, he said he’s sick of the disses
i told him to quit b*tching, this isn’t a f*cking hotline
for a f*cking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
and he’s not f*cking working, i think i’m wasting my d*mn time
i’m clocking three past six and going postal
this the revenge of the d*cks, that’s nine c*cks that c*ck 9’s
this ain’t no v. tech sh*t or columbine
but after bowling, i went home for some d*mn adventure time
(what’d you do?) i slipped myself some pink xannies
and danced around the house in all*over print panties
my mom’s gone, that f*cking 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 robbing ’em
i’ll crash that f*cking airplane that that f*ggot n*gga b.o.b is in
and stab bruno mars in his godd*mn 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?
green paper, gold t**th and pregnant golden retrievers
all i want, f*ck money, diamonds and b*tches, don’t need them
but where the fat ones at? i got something to feed ’em
it’s some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read ’em
snap back, green ch*ch*chia f*cking leaves
it’s been a couple months, and tina still ain’t perm her f*cking weave, d*mn
uh, wolf haley, uh, golf w*ng
uh, wolf haley, golf w*ng, yeah
godd*mn goblin
wolf haley, uh, golf w*ng
uh, wolf haley, golf w*ng, 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 stabbing any blogging f*ggot hipster with a pitchfork
still suicidal i am
i’m wolf, tyler put this f*cking knife in my hand
i’m wolf, ace gon’ put that f*cking hole in my head
and i’m wolf, that was me who shoved the c*ck in your b*tch
(what the f*ck, man?) f*ck 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*ck, so he’s probably just like me
a motherf*ckin’ goblin
(f*ck 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 sh*t
dead

- tyler the ceator lyrics

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