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uh, wolf haley
golf w+ng
yeah
i’m a f+cking walking paradox, no, i’m not
threesomes with a f+cking triceratops, reptar
rapping as i’m mocking deaf rock stars
wearing synthetic wigs made of anwar’s dreadlocks
bedrock, harder than a motherf+cking flintstone
making crack rocks out of p+ssy n+gga fishbones
this n+gga jasper tryna get grown
about five, seven of his b+tches in my bedroom
swallow the cinnamon, i’m a scribble this sin and sh+t
while syd is telling me that she’s been getting intimate with men
(syd, shut the f+ck up) here’s the number to my therapist (sh+t)
you tell him all your problems, he’s f+cking awesome with listening
uh, wolf haley
uh, golf w+ng
uh, wolf haley
golf f+ckin’ w+ng
jesus called, he said he’s sick of the disses
i told him to quit b+tchin’, and this isn’t a f+cking hotline
for a f+cking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
and he’s not f+cking working, i think i’m wasting my d+mn time
i’m clocking three past six and going postal
this the revenge of the d+cks, that’s nine c+cks that c+ck 9’s
this ain’t no v. tech sh+t or columbine
but after bowling, i went home for some d+mn adventure time
(what’d you do?) i slipped myself some pink xannies (yeah)
and danced around the house in all+over print panties
my mom’s gone, that f+cking broad will never understand me
i’m not gay, i just wanna boogie to some marvin
(what you think of hayley williams?) f+ck her, wolf haley robbing them
i’ll crash that f+cking airplane that that f+ggot n+gga b.o.b is in
and stab bruno mars in his godd+mn esophagus
and won’t stop until the cops come in
i’m an over achiever, so how about i start a team of leaders
and pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiver
green paper, gold t++th and pregnant golden retrievers
all i want, f+ck money, diamonds and b+tches, don’t need ’em
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 f+cking leaves
it’s been a couple months, and tina still ain’t perm her f+cking weave, d+mn
uh, wolf haley
uh, golf w+ng
uh, wolf haley
golf w+ng, yeah
godd+mn goblin
wolf haley
uh, golf w+ng
uh, wolf haley
golf w+ng, yeah
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+ggot hipster with a pitchfork
still suicidal, i am
i’m wolf, tyler put this f+cking knife in my hand
i’m wolf, ace gon’ put that f+cking hole in my head
and i’m wolf, that was me who shoved a c+ck in your b+tch
(what the f+ck, man?) f+ck 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 f+ck, so he’s probably just like me
a motherf+ckin’ goblin
(f+ck 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 sh+t
dead

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