Tonalité : Eb major•
Verse 1
Eb
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
B
Yeah
Eb
Verse 2
I'm a fucking walking paradox,
Abm
no, I'm not
Eb
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops,
Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking
deaf rock stars
Abm
Wearing synthetic wigs made of
Eb
Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock,
harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Abm
Making crack rocks out of pussy
Eb
nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five,
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Gm
Eb
seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon,
I'm a scribble this sin and shit
Gm
While Syd is telling me that she's
Abm
Eb
been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's
D
the number to my therapist (shit)
E
You tell him all your problems,
Gb
he's fucking awesome with listening
Verse 3
Eb
Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Dm
Eb
Golf
fuckin' Wang
Verse 4
Eb
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I
Gm
told him to quit bitchin',
Eb
and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink,
sheesh, I already got mine
D
And he's not fucking working,
Bb
Eb
I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past
six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks,
Bb
Eb
that's nine cocks that cock 9's
This ain't no V. Tech shit
or Columbine
Bb
But after bowling, I went home
Dm
for some damn Adventure Time
F
Eb
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself
Bb
some pink Xannies (yeah)
Abm
Bb
And danced around the house
Eb
in all-over print print panties
My mom's gone,
Bb
that fucking broad will never understand me
Eb
I'm not gay,
I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
F
Gb
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her,
Wolf Haley robbing them
F
E
I'll crash that fucking airplane that
Eb
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
Abm
Bb
I'm an over achiever,
Am
Bb
Eb
so how about I start a team of leaders
Bb
And pick up Stevie Won der
Eb
to be the wide receiver
Bb
Green paper,
gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
Eb
All I want, fuck money, diamonds and 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
Eb
Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Dm
Bb
Eb
Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Dm
Bb
Golf Wang, yeah
Eb
Ebm
Eb
Ebm
Eb
They say success is the best revenge
Verse 6
Bb
So I beat DeShay up with the stack
of magazines I'm in
Eb
Oh, not again,
F
another critic writing report
C
F
Dm
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot
Eb
hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
Dm
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuck
Gm
ing knife in my hand
Eb
I'm Wolf,
Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
D
And I'm Wolf,
Dm
that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
Eb
(What the fuck,
Bb
Eb
man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
Bb
I just want to know if my
Am
F
father would ever like me
E
Eb
But I don't give a fuck,
so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
(Fuck everything,
D
Gb
man) That's what my conscience said
Eb
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder,
Eb
now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had
is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words,
Db
let me try this shit
Dead
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