Yonkers (Explicit)

Yonkers (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator

I'm a f**king walking paradox no I'm not

Three somes with a f**king triceratops

Reptar

Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars

Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks

Bedrock harder than a motherf**king

Flintstone

Making crack rocks out of p**sy ni**a fishbones

This ni**a Jasper trying to get grown

About 5'7" of his b**ches 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**k up

Here's the number to my therapist

Sh*t

Tell him all your problems he's f**king awesome with listening

Jesus called he said he's sick of the disses

I told him to quit *****ing and this isn't a f**king hotline

For a f**king shrink sheesh I already got mine

And he's not f**king working I think I'm wasting my damn time

I'm clocking three past six and going postal

This the revenge of the dicks that's nine cocks that cock nines

This ain't no V

Tech sh*t or

Columbine

But after bowling I went home for some damn

Adventure

Time

What'd you do I slipped myself some pink

Xannies

And danced around the house in all over print panties

My mom's gone that f**king broad will never understand me

I'm not gay I just wanna boogie to some Marvin

What you think of Hayley Williams

F**k her Wolf Haley robbing them

I'll crash that f**king airplane that that faggot ni**a

Bob is in

And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn 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 teeth and pregnant golden retrievers

Is all I want f**k money diamonds and b**ches don't need them

But where the fat ones at I got something to feed them

It's some cooking books the black kids never wanted to read them

Snap back green chia f**king leaves

It's been a couple months and Tina still ain't perm her f**king weave damn

They say success is the best revenge

So I beat

Shay up with the stack of magazines I'm in

Oh not again

Another critic writing report

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a

Pitchfork

Still suicidal I am

I'm Wolf Tyler put this f**king knife in my hand

I'm Wolf Ace gon' put that f**king hole in my head

And I'm wolf that was me who shoved a cock in your b**ch

What the f**k man

F**k 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**k so he's probably just like me

A motherf**kin'

Goblin

F**k 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