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letra de yonkers by tyler, the creator but it's just my voice - spectre (youtube)

[intro]
uh, wolf haley, golf w-ng, go

[verse 1]
i’m a f-ckin’ walkin’ paradox, no, i’m not
threesomes with a f-ckin’ triceratops, reptar
rappin’ as i’m mockin’ deaf rock stars
wearin’ synthetic wigs made of anwar’s dreadlocks
bedrock, harder than a motherf-ckin’ flintstone
making crack rocks outta p-ssy n-gga fishbones (haha)
this n-gga jasper tryin’ to get grown
about five, seven of his b-tches in my bedroom (hey)
swallow the cinnamon, i’ma scribble this sin and sh-t
while syd is tellin’ 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-ckin’ awesome with listеnin’ (haha)
[chorus]
uh, wolf haley, uh, golf w-ng
uh, wolf haley, golf f-ckin’ w-ng

[verse 2]
jesus callеd, he said he’s sick of the disses
i told him to quit b-tchin’, this isn’t a f-ckin’ hotline
for a f-ckin’ shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
and he’s not f-ckin’ workin’, i think i’m wastin’ my d-mn time
i’m clockin’ three past six and goin’ 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-ckin’ broad will never understand me
i’m not g-y, i just wanna boogie to some marvin
(what you think of hayley williams?)
f-ck her, wolf haley robbin’ them
i’ll crash that f-ckin’ 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 overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders
and pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiver? (cool)
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 somethin’ to feed ’em
it’s some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read ’em
snap back, green ch-ch-chia f-ckin’ leaves
it’s been a couple months
and tina still ain’t perm her f-ckin’ weave
d-mn
[chorus]
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

[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 writing report
i’m stabbin’ any bloggin’ f-ggot hipster with a pitchfork
still suicidal, i am
i’m wolf, tyler put this f-ckin’ knife in my hand
i’m wolf, ace gon’ put that f-ckin’ 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 wanna 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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