[00:00.00] 作词 : Tyler Gregory Okonma
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tyler Gregory Okonma
[00:04.58]Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
[00:11.82]
[00:14.30]I'm a ******' walkin' paradox' no I'm not
[00:16.54]Threesomes with a ******' triceratops' Reptar
[00:18.89]Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
[00:21.76]Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
[00:24.93]Bedrock' harder than a ***********' Flintstone
[00:27.88]Makin' crack rocks outta pissy ***** fishbone
[00:31.05]This ***** Jasper tryna get grown
[00:33.97]About five-seven of his b*****s in my bedroom
[00:37.22]Swallow the cinnamon' I'mma scribble this sin and shit
[00:39.81]While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
[00:43.14]Syd' shut the **** up
[00:44.66]Here's the number to my therapist
[00:46.18]Tell him all your problems' he's ******' awesome with listenin'
[00:48.93]
[00:50.08]Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
[00:59.91]Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
[01:12.09]
[01:13.82]Jesus called' he said he's sick of the disses
[01:16.53]I told him to quit *******'' this isn't a ******' hotline
[01:19.66]For a ******' shrink' sheesh I already got mine
[01:22.59]And he's not ******' workin'' I think I'm wastin' my damn time
[01:25.48]I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
[01:28.38]This the revenge of the *****' that's nine c***s that c**k nines
[01:31.76]This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
[01:34.83]But after bowlin'' I went home to some damn Adventure Time
[01:37.83]（What'd you do?） I slipped myself some pink Xanies
[01:40.52]And danced around the house in all-over print panties
[01:43.69]My mom's gone' that ******' broad will never understand me
[01:46.65]I'm not gay' I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
[01:49.75]（What you think of Hayley Williams?）
[01:51.06]
[01:51.62]**** her' Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
[01:52.90]I'll crash that ******' airplane at that f****t ***** B.o.B is in
[01:56.10]And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
[01:59.13]And won't stop until the cops come in
[02:01.29]I'm an over achiever' so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
[02:01.60]Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
[02:05.54]And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
[02:08.26]Green paper' gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
[02:11.27]All I want' **** money' diamonds and b*****s' don't need 'em
[02:14.39]But where the fat ones at' I got somethin' to feed 'em
[02:17.56]In some cookin' books the black kids never wanted to read 'em
[02:20.35]Snap back' green ch-ch-chia ******' leaves
[02:26.93]
[02:23.38]It's been a couple months' and Tina still ain't permed her ******' weave' damn
[02:41.29]Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
[02:49.82]Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
[03:04.19]Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
[03:13.88]
[03:16.34]They say success is the best revenge
[03:18.36]So I beat DeShay up with a stack of magazines I'm in
[03:21.19]Oh not again another critic writing report
[03:24.09]I'm stabbing any blogging f****t hipster with a Pitchfork
[03:27.01]Still suicidal' I am
[03:29.60]I'm Wolf' Tyler put this ******* knife in my hand
[03:32.78]I'm Wolf' Ace put that ****** hole in my head
[03:35.73]And I'm Wolf' that was me who shoved a c**k in your *****
[03:38.96]WHAT THE **** MAN
[03:40.79]**** the fame and all the hype G
[03:42.37]I just want to know if my father would ever like me
[03:45.23]But I don't give a **** so he's probably just like me
[03:48.26]A mother ******* goblin
[03:50.51]**** EVERYTHING MAN
[03:53.57]That's what my conscience said
[03:55.76]Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder now my conscience dead
[03:57.76]Now the only guidance I had is splattered on cement
[04:00.72]Actions speak louder than words let me try this shit
[04:03.68]
[04:04.29]Dead
[04:04.96]
[04:05.52]Tyler The Creator - Yonkers

作词 : Tyler Gregory Okonma
作曲 : Tyler Gregory Okonma
Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
I'm a ******' walkin' paradox' no I'm not
Threesomes with a ******' triceratops' Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock' harder than a ***********' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy ***** fishbone
This ***** Jasper tryna get grown
About five-seven of his b*****s 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 **** up
Here's the number to my therapist
Tell him all your problems' he's ******' awesome with listenin'
Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
Jesus called' he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit *******'' this isn't a ******' hotline
For a ******' shrink' sheesh I already got mine
And he's not ******' workin'' I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the *****' that's nine c***s that c**k 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 ******' 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 robbin' 'em
I'll crash that ******' airplane at that f****t ***** 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
Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper' gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want' **** money' diamonds and b*****s' 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 ******' leaves
It's been a couple months' and Tina still ain't permed her ******' weave' damn
Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
Wolf Haley' Golf Wang
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with a 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 put that ****** hole in my head
And I'm Wolf' that was me who shoved a c**k in your *****
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 mother ******* goblin
**** EVERYTHING MAN
That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words let me try this shit
Dead
Tyler The Creator - Yonkers