Wolf Haley, Golf Wang

[Verse 1]
I'm a [bad word] #39; walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a [bad word] #39; triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a [bad word] #39; Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta [bad word] [bad word] fishbones
This [bad word] Jasper tryna get grown
About five-seven of his [bad word] in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and [bad word] 
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
(Syd, shut the [bad word] up) Here's the number to my therapist
 [bad word]  Tell him all your problems, he's [bad word] #39; awesome with listenin'

[Verse 2]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit [bad word] #39; and this isn't a [bad word] #39; hotline
For a [bad word] #39; shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not [bad word] #39; workin', I think I'm wastin' my [bad word] time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the [bad word]  that's nine [bad word] that [bad word] nines
This ain't no V Tech [bad word] or Columbine
But after bowlin', I went home to some [bad word] Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xanies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that [bad word] #39; broad will never understand me
I'm not [bad word]  I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) [bad word] her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I crash that [bad word] #39; airplane that [bad word] [bad word] B.o.is in
And stab [bad word] Mars in his [bad word] esophagus
And won't stop until the [bad word] in
I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout 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, [bad word] money, diamonds and [bad word]  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 [bad word] #39; leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't permed her [bad word] #39; weave, [bad word] 

[Verse 3]
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' [bad word] hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this [bad word] #39; knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that [bad word] #39; hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved the [bad word] in your [bad word] 
(What the [bad word]  man?) [bad word] the fame and all the hype, 
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a [bad word] so he's probably just like me
[bad word] #39; Goblin
 [bad word] everythin', man) That's what my conscious said
Then a bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscious dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this [bad word]  dead