“Yonkers” is the first single off Tyler, The Creator’s debut album, Goblin and is widely considered as his breakout song.

The song’s title is named after the city of Yonkers, New York. Tyler said that the… Read More [Intro]

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go

[Verse 1]

I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not

Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar

Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars

Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks

Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone

Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones (Haha)

This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown

About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (Hey)

Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit

While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men

(Syd, shut the fuck up)

Here's the number to my therapist (Shit)

You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' (Haha)

[Chorus]

Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang

[Verse 2]

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses

I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline

For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine

And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time

I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's

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 Xannies (Yeah)

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me

I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin

(What you think of Hayley Williams?)

Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' them

I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that 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

I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders

And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool)

Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers

All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need 'em

But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em

It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em

Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves

It's been a couple months

And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave

Damn

[Chorus]

Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah

Goddamn goblin

Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang

Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah

[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 writing report

I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork

Still suicidal, I am

I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand

I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head

And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch

(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G

I just wanna know if my father would ever like me

But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me

A motherfuckin' goblin

(Fuck 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 shit

Dead