text: Went to Six Flags, six fags came up
  And said Ayo! Can we get a pic? I said no
  And they said Oh! Its Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though
  Now Im like, fuck, I dont want to be an asshole
  So Im sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
  With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
  So fucking annoyed cause I missed Goliath
  Cause some kid said I was there, then they caused a riot 
  Now Im surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna get a photo
  All because they noticed the top with the box logo
  And them fucking ears, guarantee they didnt even hear Bastard
  They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo
  Im going fucking loco, Hey, Tyler, can I...?
  No, bitch, dont you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
  But Tyler, youre my hero, I used to get bullied
  Until I heard Radicals, the last part got to me
  See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed
  Now Im the happiest I think Ill ever ever be
  My life is just like yours, no father
  My momma must have forgot to stop with a popped condom
  In school I was the one that was thinking outside boxes
  So everybody in them would say that I got problems
  So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck em
  Youre an inspiration to niggas like me
  Not the niggas who just like you cause of lyrics and beats
  Im talking bout the niggas who dont know where theyre going to be
  I heard the song Bastard right in the moment of heat
  Not in summer, but of course, I was holding a heat
  Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard that first piano chord
  And it drew me in like predators carrying treats
  Then I said to myself, Fuck, is he speaking to me?
  See, me and you, we go together like snare and a beat
  I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm?
  I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard
  On my green mini ramp that I built in my backyard 
  Thats hard, that scar from playing air guitar
  When I see you play at the Roxy 
  Tyler, I love you, wanna be just like you 
  I think about your face and I dont even fucking try to 
  Wish I had a basement meant for me to hide you
  We could play Xbox and listen to In Search Of... and eat donuts
  Over conversating bout what church does
  Come up with weird-ass videos with roach bugs
  Im straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
  And Raquel that bitch, you shouldve killed that bitch
  You shouldve took me instead 
  See, if you cant have her then he shouldnt neither
  And if I cant have you then she shouldnt either
  No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
  I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt 
  Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing
  I know it seems like Im just slobbing on your knob
  But Im just a fan and I aint losing my fucking noggin 
  I aint got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 times
  Cause I love you man 
  I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees
  I like pants thats cut, I like words like fuck
  I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out
  Now paper cuts on my balls because your dicks in my jaw 
  And I hit you on Twitter about 10 minutes a day
  And now Im bitter cause you dont even reply with a hey 
  And my boys think Im gay cause I play VCR
  In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors...
  All right, my nigga, calm down, its getting weird, take this pic
  So I can get on Colossus, line as slow as molasses
   No, nigga, I see youre loving my shit
  And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick
  But Im not gay so its awkward, now Im grouchy like Oscar
  After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige Dockers
  Yonkers and Yonkers Sick of hearing about Yonkers
  Im grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered
  Yeah whatever but I had a fucking blast at that concert
  I was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from Sagan
  The one that say Sagan Lockhart and when you came out to Sandwitches
  Thats when my fucking boy-crush got started
  Just take this fucking picture man, shit...