I'm a fucking paradox, no I'm not Threesomes a fucking triceratops, Reptar Rapping as I'm mocking deaf stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of dreadlocks Bedrock, harder a motherfucking Flintstone Making rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones This nigga trying to get grown About 5'7" of his in my bedroom the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit While Syd is telling me she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's awesome with listening
Jesus called, he he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitching and isn't a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh I already got And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn I'm three past six and going postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock This ain't no V Tech shit or But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink And danced around the house in all-over panties My mom's gone, that fucking will never understand me I'm not gay, I just boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them I'll crash that fucking airplane that that nigga B.o.B is in And stab Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop the cops come in I'm an achiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the receiver Green paper, gold and pregnant golden retrievers Is all I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need But where the fat ones at? I got something to them It's some cooking books, the black kids wanted to read them Snap back, green ch-ch-chia leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't her fucking weave, damn
say success is the best revenge So I DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again! Another writing report I'm stabbing any blogging faggot with a Pitchfork Still I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put fucking knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that hole in my head And I'm Wolf, was me who shoved a cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) the fame and all the hype, G I just want to if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just me A motherfuckin', (Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit,