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Tyler, The Creator - Yonkers Lyrics

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  • [Verse 1]
  • I'm a *****in' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
  • Threesomes with a *****in' triceratops, Reptar
  • Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
  • Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
  • Bedrock, harder than a mutha*****in' Flintstone
  • Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones
  • This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
  • About 5'7" of his *****es 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 ***** up) Here's the number to my therapist
  • (Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's *****in' awesome with listenin'
  • [Verse 2]
  • Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
  • I told him to quit *****in' and this isn't a *****in' hotline
  • For a *****in' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
  • And he's not *****in' 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 *****s that ***** 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 *****in' 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 robbin' 'em
  • I'll crash that *****in' 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, ***** money, diamonds and *****es, 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 *****in' leaves
  • It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her *****in' weave, damn
  • [Verse 3]
  • 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 *****in' knife in my hand
  • I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that *****in' hole in my head
  • And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a ***** in your *****
  • (What the *****, man?) ***** the fame and all the hype, G
  • I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
  • But I don't give a ***** so he's probably just like me
  • A mutha*****in' Goblin
  • (***** 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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