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letra de yonkers - gw3k music / gw3k

uh, wolf haley
golf w-ng
yeah
i’m a f-cking walking paradox, no, i’m not
threesomes with a f-cking triceratops, reptar
rapping as i’m mocking deaf rock stars
wearing synthetic wigs made of anwar’s dreadlocks
bedrock, harder than a motherf-cking flintstone
making crack rocks out of p-ssy n-gga fishbones
this n-gga jasper tryna get grown
about five, seven of his b-tches in my bedroom
swallow the cinnamon, i’m a scribble this sin and sh-t
while syd is telling me that she’s been getting intimate with men
(syd, shut the f-ck up) here’s the number to my therapist (sh-t)
you tell him all your problems, he’s f-cking awesome with listening
uh, wolf haley
uh, golf w-ng
uh, wolf haley
golf f-ckin’ w-ng
jesus called, he said he’s sick of the disses
i told him to quit b-tchin’, and this isn’t a f-cking hotline
for a f-cking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
and he’s not f-cking working, i think i’m wasting my d-mn time
i’m clocking three past six and going postal
this the revenge of the d-cks, that’s nine c-cks that c-ck 9’s
this ain’t no v. tech sh-t or columbine
but after bowling, i went home for some d-mn adventure time
(what’d you do?) i slipped myself some pink xannies (yeah)
and danced around the house in all-over print panties
my mom’s gone, that f-cking broad will never understand me
i’m not gay, i just wanna boogie to some marvin
(what you think of hayley williams?) f-ck her, wolf haley robbing them
i’ll crash that f-cking airplane that that f-ggot n-gga b.o.b is in
and stab bruno mars in his godd-mn 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 t–th and pregnant golden retrievers
all i want, f-ck money, diamonds and b-tches, don’t need ’em
but where the fat ones at? i got something to feed ’em
it’s some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read ’em
snap back, green ch-ch-chia f-cking leaves
it’s been a couple months, and tina still ain’t perm her f-cking weave, d-mn
uh, wolf haley
uh, golf w-ng
uh, wolf haley
golf w-ng, yeah
godd-mn goblin
wolf haley
uh, golf w-ng
uh, wolf haley
golf w-ng, yeah
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 f-ggot hipster with a pitchfork
still suicidal, i am
i’m wolf, tyler put this f-cking knife in my hand
i’m wolf, ace gon’ put that f-cking hole in my head
and i’m wolf, that was me who shoved a c-ck in your b-tch
(what the f-ck, man?) f-ck 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 f-ck, so he’s probably just like me
a motherf-ckin’ goblin
(f-ck 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 sh-t
dead

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