Tyler, The Creator - Yonkers lyrics

Odd Wolf Haley, Golf Wang [Verse 1] I'm a f**in' walkin' paradox, no I'm not Threesomes with a f**in' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a muthaf**in' Flintstone Makin' crack rocks outta pissy n***a fishbones This n***a Jasper tryna get grown About 5'7" of his b**hes in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' sh** 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 (sh**) Tell him all your problems, he's f**in' awesome with listenin' [TC] Odd Wolf Haley, Odd Golf Wang Odd Wolf Haley, Golf [Tyler] f** you [Verse 2] Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit b**hin' and this isn't a f**in' hotline For a f**in' shrink, sheesh I already got mine And he's not f**in' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time (damn) I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine co*ks that co*k nines This ain't no V Tech sh** or Columbine But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies (yeah?) And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that f**in' 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' them I'll crash that f**in' airplane that f*ggot n***a 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 acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver (oh) Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers All I want, f** money, diamonds and b**hes, 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**in' leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her f**in' weave, damn [TC] Odd Wolf Haley, Odd Golf Wang Odd Wolf Haley, Golf Wang Goddamn Goblin Wolf Haley, Odd Golf Wang Odd 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 writin' report I'm stabbin' any bloggin' f*ggot hipster with a Pitchfork (uhh) Still suicidal? I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f**in' knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f**in' hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a co*k in your b**h (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 muthaf**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 sh** Dead