Yonkers (Clean Version)

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go

I′m a ******* walking paradox
No, I’m not, threesomes with a ******* triceratops
Reptar, rapping as I′m mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar’s dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a ************* Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta ***** ***** fishbones
This ***** Jasper trying to get grown
About 5’7″ of his ******* in my bedroom

Swallow the cinnamon, I′mma scribble this sin and ****
While Syd is telling me that she′s been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the **** up) here’s the number to my therapist
(****) you tell him all your problems, he′s ******* awesome with listening

Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf ******* Wang

Jesus called, he said he’s sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching, this isn′t a ******* hotline
For a ******* shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And he’s not ******* working, I think I′m wasting my damn time
I’m clocking three past six and going postal
This the revenge of the *****, that’s nine ***** that **** 9′s

This ain′t no V. Tech **** or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
(What’d you do?) I slipped myself some pink ᙭annies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom′s gone, that ******* broad will never understand me
I’m not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin

(What you think of Hayley Williams?) **** her, Wolf Haley robbing ′em
I’ll crash that ******* airplane that that faggot ***** 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, **** money, diamonds and *******, don’t need them
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 ******* leaves
It′s been a couple months, and Tina still ain’t perm her ******* weave, damn

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

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 ******* knife in my hand
I’m Wolf, Ace gon’ put that ******* hole in my head
And I′m Wolf, that was me who shoved the **** in your *****

(What the ****, man?) **** 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 ****, so he’s probably just like me
A ************′ Goblin

(**** 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 ****
Dead