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