Yonkers

歌詞

I'm a fucking walking paradox no I'm not Threesomes with a fucking 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 out of pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper trying to get grown About 5 7 of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon I'm a scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist Tell him all your problems he's fucking awesome with listening Jesus called he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitching and this isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink sheesh I already got mine And he's not fucking working I think I'm wasting my damn time I'm clocking three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks that's nine cocks that cock nine 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 fucking 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 robbing them I'll crash that fucking 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 achiever 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 Is all I want fuck money diamonds and bitches don't need them But where the fat ones at I got something to feed them It's some cooking books the black kids never wanted to read them Snap back green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves It's been a couple months and Tina still ain't perm her fucking 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 writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal I am I'm Wolf Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf Ace gon' put that fucking 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 want to 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 (fuck 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 shit dead