Yonkers

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 muthafuckin' Flintstone

Makin' crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones

This nigga Jasper tryna get grown

About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom

Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit

While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men

(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist

(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin'

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses

I told him to quit bitchin' and 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 nines

This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine

But after bowlin', I went home for some damn Adventure Time

(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies

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

(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em

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 over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders

And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver?

Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold 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

In some cookin' 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

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' 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

(What the fuck, man?) 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 muthafuckin' Goblin

(Fuck 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 shit, dead