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Yonkers Tyler the Creator FULL VERSION ~ OFWGKTA
[Verse 1]
I'm a ******** walking paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a ******** triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a ******** Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta p***y n***a fishbones
This n***a Jasper trying to get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and s**t
While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the ******** up) Here's the number to my therapist
(s**t) You tell him all your problems, he's ******** awesome with listening
[Verse 2]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching, this isn't a ******** hotline
For a ******** shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not ******** 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 c**k nines
This ain't no V Tech s**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 ******** broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) ******** her, Wolf Haley robbing 'em
I'll crash that ******** airplane that that f*****t n***a 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 overachiever, 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
All I want, ******** money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them
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 ******** leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her ******** weave, damn
[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 f*****t hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this ******** knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that ******** hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved the c**k in your b***h
(What the ********, man?) ******** 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 ********, so he's probably just like me
A ********' Goblin
(******** 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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