Tyler The Creator Yonkers Lyrics



Yonkers Lyrics

Tyler The Creator

  • [Verse 1]
  • I'm a f-ckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
  • Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar
  • Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
  • Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
  • Bedrock, harder than a muthaf-ckin' Flintstone
  • Makin' crack rocks outta pissy n-gga fishbone
  • This n-gga Jasper tryna get grown
  • About five-seven of his bitches in my bedroom
  • Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and shit
  • While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
  • Syd, shut the fuck up
  • Here's the number to my therapist
  • Tell him all your problems, he's f-ckin' awesome with listenin'
  • Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
  • [Verse 2]
  • Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
  • I told him to quit bitchin', 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 damn time
  • I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
  • This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 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 Xanies
  • And danced around the house in all-over print panties
  • My mom's gone, that fuckin' 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 robbin' 'em
  • I'll crash that f-ckin' airplane at that faggot n-gga 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 achiever, 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, f-ck money, diamonds and bitches, 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 f-ckin' leaves
  • It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't permed her fuckin' weave, damn
  • Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
  • [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 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 going to put that f**king hole in my head
  • And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a c**k in your bitch
  • (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 mothaf**king 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 s**t, dead.


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