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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 pissy 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 to 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 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
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