Went to Six Flags, six f*gs came up and said, "Ayo
Can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said, "Oh, it's Wolf Gang, 'Yonkers'
Goblin is my sh** though"
Now I'm like, "f**, I don't want to be an a**hole"
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
So f**ing annoyed 'cause I missed Goliath
'Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a twenty-five hound of f**ers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top with the box logo
And them f**ing ears, guarantee they didn't even hear ba*tard
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo
I'm going f**ing loco, "Hey, Tyler, can I?"
No, b**h, don't you see me tryna buy a f**ing churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bullied
Until I heard 'Radicals,' the last part got to me
See, I used to give a f** until my co*k would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be
My life is just like yours, no father
My mama must have forgot to stop with a popped condom
In school, I was the one thinking outside boxes
So everybody in them would say that I got problems
So when I heard you say it, I said it back like, 'f** 'em'
You're an inspiration to n***as like me
Not the n***as who like you just 'cause of lyrics and beats
I'm talking 'bout the n***as who don't know where they're going to be
I heard the song 'ba*tard' right in the moment of heat
Not in summer but of course I was holding a heat gun on the edge of my feet
I heard that first piano chord and it drew me in like predators carrying treats
Then I said to myself, 'f**, is he speaking to me?'
See, me and you, we go together like snare and a beat
I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm?
I carved OF on it this morning with a gla** shard
On my green mini ramp that I built in my backyard (That's weird)
That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar
When I see you play at the Roxy (Uh)
Tyler, I love you, I wanna be just like you (Alright)
I think about your face and I don't even f**ing try to (No h*mo)
Wish I had a basement meant for me to hide you
We could play Xbox and listen to In Search Of... and eat donuts
Over conversating bout what church does
Come up with weird-a** videos with roach bugs
I'm straight edge too, so no d** on this trip
And Raquel that b**h, you should've k**ed that b**h
You should've took me instead (Uh, that's weird)
See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't neither
And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either
No one should see you but me in your T-shirt
I worship you until the f**ing wrinkles on my knees hurt
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing
I know it seems like just I'm slobbing on your knob
But I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my f**ing noggin (Yeah, you are)
I ain't got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about five times
'Cause (Thanks for the support) I love you man (Alright)
I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees
I like pants that's cut, I like words like 'f**'
I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out
Now paper cuts on my balls because your dick's in my jaw (What the f**?)
And I hit you on Twitter about ten minutes a day
And now I'm bitter 'cause you dont even reply with a, 'Hey' (Sorry)
And my boys think I'm gay 'cause I play 'VCR'
In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors"
Alright my n***a, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic
So I can get on Colossus, line as slow as mola**es
(Tyler, listen) No, n***a, I see you're loving my sh**
And I appreciate the fact that you would s** on my dick
But I'm not gay so it's awkward, now I'm grouchy like Oscar
After spilling some sh** on his newest pair of beige Dockers
"Yonkers" and "Yonkers" (I love that song), sick of hearing about "Yonkers"
I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered
"Yeah whatever but I had a f**ing blast at that concert
I was at the Boston one, I got a T-shirt from Sagan
The one that say, 'Sagan Lockhart' and when you came out to 'Sandwitches'
That's when my f**ing boycrush got started"
Just take this f**ing picture man, sh**