Yonkers (Live)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jasper] Oh shit! Yeah, put your hands up This a hip-hop song right? Haha Fuck Hip-Hop, yeah [Verse 1] I'm a fuckin' walking paradox No I'm not, threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops That reptar, rappin′ as I′m mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin′ synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks That bedrock, I'm harder than a muthafuckin′ Flintstone I'm makin' crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryna get grown About 5′7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' 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 (Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin′ awesome with listenin' [Chorus] It's the motherfuckin' Golf Wang, Golf Wang It's the Golf Wang, Golf Wang It's thе Golf Wang, Golf Wang It's the Golf (Wang), fuckin' Golf (Wang) It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) Fuckin' Golf Wang, thе Golf (Wang) Fuck Golf (Wang) Kill them [Verse 2] Jesus called me and said he′s sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin′ hotline For a fuckin′ shrink, faggot I already got mine And he's not fuckin′ 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 Zannies 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?) But fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin′ 'em I'll crash that fuckin′ airplane that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And I will stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And I will not stop until the- (Fuck the police) I'm an over acheiver, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver That's green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need ′em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed ′em It's some cookin' books, the nigga kids never wanted to read 'em My Golf hat is green, ch-ch-chia fuckin′ leaves It′s been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin′ weave, damn [Outro] It's the motherfuckin' Golf Wang, Golf Wang It's the Golf Wang, Golf Wang It's the Golf Wang, Golf Wang It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) Fuck the Golf (Wang) Kill them motherfuckin' all Odd Future Odd Future Odd Future