Yonkers Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D]Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
[Bb]Yeah
[D]

[Verse 2]
I'm a fucking walking paradox,
no, [Gm]I'm not
Threesomes with a fucking tri[D]ceratops,
Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking
deaf rock stars
Wearing synthet[Gm]ic wigs made of
[D]Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock,
harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks out of [Gm]pussy
nigga [D]fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five,
[Gm]seven of [F#m]his bitches in my [D]bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon,
I'm a scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is telling [F#m]me that she's
[Gm]been getting intim[D]ate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's
the number to my therapist [C#](shit)
You tell him all [Eb]your problems,
he's [F]fucking awesome with listening

[Verse 3]
[D]Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
[C#m]Golf[D]
fuckin' Wang

[Verse 4]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses [D]I
told him to quit [F#m]bitchin',
and this isn't a fuck[D]ing hotline
For a fucking shrink,
sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not fuck[C#]ing working,
I think [A]I'm wasting my [D]damn time
I'm clocking three past
six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks,
that's [A]nine cocks [D]that cock 9's
This ain't no V. Tech shit
or Columbine
But after bowl[A]ing, I went home
[C#m]for some damn Adventure Time
[E](Wh[D]at'd you do?) I slipped myself
some pink [A]Xannies (yeah)
And [Gm]danced around [A]the house
in all-over [D]print print panties
My mom's gone,
that fucking broad [A]will never understand me
[D]I'm not gay,
I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you [E]think of Hay[F]ley Williams?) Fuck her,
Wolf Haley robbing them
[E]I'll crash that fucking [Eb]airplane that
[D]that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn
esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
[Gm]I'm an over [A]achiever,
[Abm]so how about I [A]start a team [D]of leaders
And pick up Stevie [A]Wonder
to be [D]the wide receiver
Green [A]paper,
gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, fuck money, diamonds and [D]bitches,
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 fucking
fucking fucking leaves
It's been a couple months,
and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

[Verse 5]
Uh, [D]Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf [C#m]Wang, [A]yea[D]h
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
[C#m]Golf Wang, [A]yeah
[D][Dm]
[D]They say suc[Dm]cess is the[D] best revenge

[Verse 6]
So I beat DeShay up with [A]the stack
of magazines I'm in
[D]Oh, not again,
another critic writ[E]ing report
[B]I'm stabbing [E]any blogging f[C#m]aggot
hipster with [D]a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler [C#m]put this fuck
[F#m]ing knife in my hand
[D]I'm Wolf,
Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
And [C#]I'm Wolf,
that was me who shoved a cock in your [C#m]bitch
[D](What the fuck,
man?) Fuck [A]the fame and all [D]the hype, G
I just [A]want to know if my
[Abm]father would ever [E]like me
[Eb]But I don't give a f[D]uck,
so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
(Fuck everything,
[C#]man) That's what my co[F]nscience said
[D]Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder,
now my [D]conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had
is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words,
let me try [C]this shit
Dead