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Ah, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah |
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I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not |
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Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops |
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Reptar, rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars |
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Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks |
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Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone |
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Makin' crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones |
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This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown |
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About 5-7 of his bitches in my bedroom |
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Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sinnin' shit |
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While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men |
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Syd, shut the fuck up |
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Here's the number to my therapist |
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Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' |
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Ah, Wolf Haley, ah Golf Wang |
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Ah, Wolf Haley, ah Golf Wang |
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Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses |
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I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline |
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And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time |
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I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal |
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This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nine |
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This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine |
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But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time |
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What'd you do? |
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I slipped myself some pink Zannies |
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And danced around the house in all-over print panties |
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My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me |
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I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin |
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What you think of Hayley Williams? |
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Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em |
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I'll crash that fuckin' airplane at that faggot nigga B.o.B is in |
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And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus |
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And won't stop until the cops come in |
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I'm an over achiever, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders |
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And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver |
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Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers |
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All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em |
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But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em |
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In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em |
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Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves |
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It's been a couple months |
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And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave, damn |
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Ah, Wolf Haley, ah Golf Wang |
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Ah, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah |
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Goddamn Goblin |
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Wolf Haley, ah, Golf Wang |
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Ah Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah |
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They say success is the best revenge |
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So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in |
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Oh, not again, another critic writin' report |
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I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork |
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Still suicidal? I am |
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I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand |
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I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head |
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And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch |
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What the fuck, man? |
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Fuck the fame and all the hype, G |
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I just wanna know if my father would ever like me |
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But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me |
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A motherfuckin' goblin |
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Fuck everythin', man |
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That's what my conscience said |
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Then the bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead |
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Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement |
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Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead |