Tyler, The Creator - Yonkers [Рифмы и Панчи] | Текст песни

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UM
WOLF
HALEY
GOLF WANG
I’m a fucking walking paradox
No I’m not threesomes with a fucking triceratops
Reptar rapping as I’m mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar’s dreadlocks
Bedrock harder than a mother fucking Flinstone
Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fish bones
(Haha)
This nigga Jasper trying to get grown
About five seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon I’m a scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is telling me that she’s been getting intimate with men
Syd shut the fuck up here’s the number to my therapist
Tell him all your problems (SHIT) he’s fucking awesome with listening
UM
WOLF
HALEY
UM
GOLF
WANG
UM
WOLF
HALEY
GOLF
Jesus called he said sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching this isn’t a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink sheesh I already got mine
And he’s not fucking working I think I’m wasting my damn time
I’m cocking three past six and going 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 bowling I went home for some damn Adventure Time
WHAT’D YOU DO?
I slipped myself some pink Zannies
Danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom’s gone that fucking broad will never understand me
I’m not gay I just want to boogie to some Marvin
WHAT YOU THINK OF HALEY WILLIAMS?
Fuck her Wolf Haley robbing them
I’ll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga BoB was in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won’t stop until the cops come in
I’m a overachiever so how about 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 fuck money dimes and bitches don’t need them
But where the fat ones at I got something to feed them
And some cooking books the black kids never wanted to read them
Snapback green Ch-ch-chia fucking leaves
Been a couple months and Tina still ain’t perm her fucking weave
Damn
UM
WOLF
HALEY
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GOLF
WANG
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WOLF
HALEY
GOLF
WANG
GODDAMN GOBLIN

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