text: Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go
  Im a fuckin walkin paradox, no, Im not
  Threesomes with a fuckin triceratops, Reptar
  Rappin as Im mockin deaf rock stars
  Wearin synthetic wigs made of Anwars dreadlocks
  Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin Flintstone
  Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones 
  This nigga Jasper tryin to get grown
  About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom 
  Swallow the cinnamon, Ima scribble this sin and shit
  While Syd is tellin me that shes been getting intimate with men
  Heres the number to my therapist 
  You tell him all your problems, hes fuckin awesome with listenin 
  Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
  Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin Wang
  Jesus called, he said hes sick of the disses
  I told him to quit bitchin, this isnt a fuckin hotline
  For a fuckin shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
  And hes not fuckin workin, I think Im wastin my damn time
  Im clockin three past six and goin postal
  This the revenge of the dicks, thats nine cocks that cock 9s
  This aint no V. Tech shit, or Columbine
  But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
   I slipped myself some pink Xannies 
  And danced around the house in all-over print panties
  My moms gone, that fuckin broad will never understand me
  Im not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
  Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin them
  Ill crash that fuckin airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
  And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
  And wont stop until the cops come in
  Im an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
  And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? 
  Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
  All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, dont need em
  But where the fat ones at? I got somethin to feed em
  Its some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read em
  Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin leaves
  Its been a couple months
  And Tina still aint perm her fuckin weave
  Damn
  Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
  Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
  Goddamn goblin
  Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
  Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
  They say success is the best revenge
  So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines Im in
  Oh, not again, another critic writing report
  Im stabbin any bloggin faggot hipster with a pitchfork
  Still suicidal, I am
  Im Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin knife in my hand
  Im Wolf, Ace gon put that fuckin hole in my head
  And Im Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
   Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
  I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
  But I dont give a fuck, so hes probably just like me
  A motherfuckin goblin
   Thats 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 shit
  Dead