Yonkers Lyrics – Tyler The Creator

[Intro: Tyler The Creator]
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator]
I'm a fμcκ¡ng walking paradox, no, I'm not
Threesomes with a fμcκ¡ng triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta ρμѕѕy n¡ɡɡα fishbones (Haha)
This n¡ɡɡα Jasper trying to get grown
About five, seven of his b¡tchєѕ in my bedroom (Hey)
Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and ѕh¡t
While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fμcκ up)
Here's the number to my therapist (ѕh¡t)
You tell him all your problems
He's fμcκ¡ng awesome with listening (Haha)

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fμcκ¡ng Wang

[Verse 2: Tyler The Creator]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fμcκ¡ng hotline
For a fμcκ¡ng shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not fμcκ¡ng workin', I think I'm wasting my dαmn time
I'm clocking three past six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that çοçκ 9's
This ain't no V. Tech ѕh¡t, or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some dαmn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah)
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fμcκ¡ng broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?)
Fμcκ her, Wolf Haley robbing them
I'll crash that fμcκ¡ng airplane that that faggot n¡ɡɡα 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 overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool)
Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, fμcκ money, diamonds, and b¡tchєѕ, don't need 'em
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 fμcκ¡ng leaves
It's been a couple months
And Tina still ain't perm her fμcκ¡ng weave
Dαmn

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah

[Verse 3: Tyler The Creator]
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 fμcκ¡ng knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fμcκ¡ng hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a çοçκ in your b¡tch
(What the fμcκ, man?) fμcκ the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fμcκ, so he's probably just like me
A motherfucking goblin
(Fμcκ 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 ѕh¡t
Dead