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 n***a fishbones
This n***a 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
Here's the number to my therapist
Tell him all your problems
He's f**kin' awesome with listenin'
Odd Wolf Haley
Odd Golf Wang
Odd Wolf Haley Golf
F**k you
Jesus called he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin'
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 damn)
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the d***s
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
I slipped myself some pink Zannies yeah)
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
F**k her Wolf Haley robbin' them
I'll crash that f**kin' airplane that faggot 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 over acheiver so how about
I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver oh)
Green paper gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want f**k 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**kin' leaves
It's been a couple months
And Tina still ain't perm her f**kin' weave damn
Odd Wolf Haley
Odd Golf Wang
Odd Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
Goddamn Goblin
Wolf Haley
Odd Golf Wang
Odd Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
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' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork uhh)
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 cock in your b***h
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
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 shit
Dead
