Yonkers Lyrics

[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?) [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/yonkers-lyrics-tyler-the-creator.html ] 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.