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LYRICFLUENTYonkers Lyrics by Tyler Tyler , The Creator
Below, you will find the lyrics for Yonkers by Tyler.
Intro
Wolf haley, golf wang, yeah
Verse 1
I'm a fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' flintstone
Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones
This nigga jasper tryin' to get grown
About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, i'ma scribble this sin and shit
While syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men
Here's the number to my therapist
You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin'
Chorus 1
Wolf haley, golf wang
Wolf haley, golf fuckin' wang
Verse 2
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline
For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
And he's not fuckin' 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 9's
This ain't no v. tech shit, or columbine
But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time
I slipped myself some pink xannies
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
Fuck her, wolf haley robbin' them
I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga 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?
Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
All i want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? i got somethin' to feed 'em
It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves
It's been a couple months
And tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave
Damn
Chorus 2
Wolf haley, golf wang
Wolf haley, golf wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf haley, golf wang
Wolf haley, golf wang, yeah
Verse 3
They say success is the best revenge
So i beat deshay up with the stack of magazines i'm in
Not again, another critic writing report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, i am
I'm wolf, tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand
I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head
And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
Fuck the fame and all the hype, g
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But i don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
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 shit
Dead
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