Yonkers - Tyler The Creator Lyrics
I'm a f-ckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm notThreesomes with a *****in' triceratops, reptarRappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock starsWearin' synthetic wigs made of anwar's dreadlocksBedrock, harder than a muthaf-ckin' flintstoneMakin' crack rocks outta pissy n-gga fishboneThis n-gga jasper tryna get grownAbout five-seven of his *****es in my bedroomSwallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and shitWhile syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with menSyd, shut the ***** upHere's the number to my therapistTell him all your problems, he's f-ckin' awesome with listenin'Wolf haley, golf wangJesus called, he said he's sick of the dissesI told him to quit *****in', this isn't a f-ckin' hotlineFor a f-ckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mineAnd he's not f-ckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn timeI'm clockin' three past six and goin' postalThis the revenge of the dicks, that's nine *****s that ***** ninesThis ain't no v tech shit or columbineBut after bowlin', I went home to some damn adventure time(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink xaniesAnd danced around the house in all-over print pantiesMy mom's gone, that *****in' broad will never understand meI'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some marvin(What you think of hayley williams?)F-ck her, wolf haley robbin' 'emI'll crash that f-ckin' airplane at that faggot n-gga b.o.b is inAnd stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagusAnd won't stop until the cops come inI'm an over achiever, so how 'bout I start a team of leadersAnd pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiverGreen paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrieversAll I want, f-ck money, diamonds and *****es, don't need 'emBut where the fat ones at, I got somethin' to feed 'emIn some cookin' books the black kids never wanted to read 'emSnap back, green ch-ch-chia f-ckin' leavesIt's been a couple months, and tina still ain't permed her *****in' weave, damn
