Wolf Haley, Golf Wang

[Verse 1]

I'm a f**kin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a f**kin' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars

Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a muthaf**kin' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy ^!$$% fishbones

This ^!$$% Jasper tryna get grown
About 5'7" of his (*##$es in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' %#@!

While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
(Syd, shut the f**k up) Here's the number to my therapist
(%#@!) Tell him all your problems, he's f**kin' awesome with listenin'


[Verse 2]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses

I told him to quit (*##$in' and this isn't a f**kin' hotline
For a f**kin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not f**kin' 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 @@#!s that @@#! nines
This ain't no V Tech %#@! or Columbine

But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties

My mom's gone, that f**kin' 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 robbin' 'em

I'll crash that f**kin' airplane that !@$)got ^!$$% B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his !@#$ esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in

I'm an over acheiver, 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**k money, diamonds and (*##$es, 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**kin' leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her f**kin' 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 writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' !@$)got hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am

I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f**kin' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f**kin' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a @@#! in your (*##$

(What the f**k, man?) f**k 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**k so he's probably just like me

A muthaf**kin' Goblin
(f**k everythin', 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 %#@!, dead