[Verse 1] I'm a f_ckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not Threesomes with a f_ckin' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a muthaf_ckin' Flintstone Makin' crack rocks outta pissy n_gga fishbones This n_gga Jasper tryna get grown About 5'7" of his b_tches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' sh_t While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men (Syd, shut the f_ck up) Here's the number to my therapist (Sh_t) Tell him all your problems, he's f_ckin' awesome with listenin'
[Verse 2] Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit b_tchin' and this isn't a f_ckin' hotline For a f_ckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine And he's not f_ckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the revenge of the d_cks, that's nine cocks that cock nines This ain't no V Tech sh_t or Columbine But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that f_ckin' broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) F_ck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em I'll crash that f_ckin' airplane that faggot n_gga 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 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, f_ck money, diamonds and b_tches, 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 f_ckin' leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her f_ckin' weave, damn
[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' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal? I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this f_ckin' knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that f_ckin' hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your b_tch (What the f_ck, man?) F_ck the fame and all the hype, G I just wanna know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a f_ck so he's probably just like me A muthaf_ckin' Goblin (F_ck everythin', 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 sh_t, dead