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I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper trying to get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them
I'll crash that fucking airplane that 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
I'm an over achiever, 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
Is all I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them
But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed them
It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read them
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again! Another critic writing report
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just want to know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin', Goblin
(Fuck everything, man) That's 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
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper trying to get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitching and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them
I'll crash that fucking airplane that 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
I'm an over achiever, 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
Is all I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need them
But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed them
It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read them
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again! Another critic writing report
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just want to know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin', Goblin
(Fuck everything, man) That's 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
Lyrics submitted by WolfGang666
Track duration: 04:11
"Yonkers" as written by Tyler Okonma
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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I'l decide whether something is good or not, and if i like it , it doesn't make me wrong.I don't like people who go out of their way to express how much they hate something,it's like people feed off negativity. People are just IGNORANT and they don't have any RESPECT for anything that they consider to be different. So they just make fun of and are scared of things that they don't understand. music is just freedom of expression, freedom of speech, and rappers , singers, bands have the right to do that in any way they choose. So why place so much importance on something that doesn't really matter in the bigger picture. music is a luxury, it's something we have created and now were just going to rip it apart? sure everyone is entitiled to their opinion and there is always going to be someone who's offended. But nobody is right or wrong, it's just what your into, and if you don't like it then that's fine but other people do and you have to RESPECT that. you need variety it's what makes the world go round, nobody wants the same old crap, it takes someone to break the mould, stop being spoonfed crap and set your mind free. Music doesn't need to be justified, but if your looking for others acceptance then i'm pretty sure tyler has won a few awards, so clearly i'm not the only one who thinks this way, but who gives a shit about awards anyway. remember just because someone said something shocking in one of their songs(which isn't the first time and won't be the last) doesn't mean they agree with it or go round doing shit in real life. they are not bad people, they are just saying how they feel,from their point of view , their eyes, their experiences and how they see the world. if you don't like it then don't listen to it, simple as,use your common sense. Don't make them out to be monsters, they are just human, you don't know them, you aint in their shoes, so don't judge them! they are just words. but hey at the end of the day , people have got more important things to be worrying about than what some rapper did or didn't say or do. somethings you shouldn't take too seriously or literally, maybe they are just having fun, messing around, lighten up, open your eyes , open your mind and calm the f*** down.
peace.love.respect.
I created an account today after many years of using this website while i had never before been compelled to do so. I did this for the sole purpose of upvoting your comment here, and leaving this fond note. I find your description to be spot on and eloquently written, I enjoyed the sudden jumps from a somewhat serious tone to plain sillyness. I especially lost it after the bit about murderizing bitches.
I hope you are having the most splendid of days,
Sincerely yours,
David Stone
this is the true meaning behind the song, this information all came from the words of tyler.
I think that to anyone who knows where they're coming from, or just has the patience to listen to it more than twice without passing judgment on it, it's pretty clear that there's no homophobic intent. What's really unfortunate is that it seems like some people, Tegan and Sara for example, can't conceive of a non-literal hip-hop song. So naturally, he must be hating on gay people.
Man, it must suck to be politically correct.
So far i've been uncertain about whether i should get into rap because most mainstream rap is awful, but this song is awesome.
Its got great music and clever lyrics. i cant stop listening to it
Seems to be a period in which hip hop is promoting "shock" artists more than anything. Whoever can have the most obscene, insane, and utterly disgusting, grotesque lyric wins.
Well... what can I say... in some ways I rather have this than "gangsta rap", but people whom have to be recognized as artists based off the amount of shock value they generate are really no different than the caricatures commonly seen of the attention-whoring gangsta rap era, or of the Lady-Gaga/Kim Kardashian/Hilton pop era either.
The decade of people willing to do anything or say anything for attention seems to define this decade of music.
I agree with your interpretation of this song, except for the inclusion of the words "most hip hop songs". This couldnt be further from the truth.
While your commentary touches on most mainstream rap, spot-on, as indeed Wayne, Tyler the Creator, Game, 50 cent and more than a HANDFUL of rappers (primarily those whom ink themselves behind the genre of "gangsta rap"), this by-and-large definitely is not true of the higher quality of hip hop found behind the likes of a Kanye (usually), Lupe Fiasco, and even an older-school rapper like Jay Z.
Your on-point description of what Tyler is basically doing in this song is the general synopsis of what comes to define poor quality rap all across the globe. Thus the reason for why Tyler the creator is amongst the toss-up with a number of other rappers whom undergo the most heavy amount of criticism. You hear so much more on Tyler because his lyrics border on the more Extreme, disturbing side of the latest trend of hip hop seen period.
Certain people have their preferences, and their opinions-- but undoubtedly, Tyler the Creator -- from the looks of this song-- appears to be yet another semi-talented artist capitalizing off the wave of fans whom will buy or listen to material, even if there Is no actual MATERIAL to be digested from the subject matter or context of or to a song.
Nothing but mere ramblings over a microphone and are paid by the millions to do it. Insane world we live in where
Some explanation to various jokes and references (that I get at least lol):
"swallow the cinnamon" Swallowing a spoonful of cinnamon is said to be remarkably difficult. Also, it makes for an entertaining and absurd rhyme.
"scribble this sin and shit" "Jesus called he says he's sick of the disses" Tyler is an outspoken atheist. In order to spark controversy and troll the religious majority he often, and especially in his first album, insults Jesus personally.
"here's the number to my therapist" "this isn't a fucking hotline for a fucking shrink sheesh I already got mine" Tyler has spent time in therapy, not to mention the aforementioned Dr TC character. Plus, the first line serves as a hilarious way to tell Syd to tell someone who cares lol.
"pink Xannies" Xantac
"Adventure Time" is a surreal cartoon known for being popular among the older demographic.
"Haley William, B.o.B., and Bruno Mars" are all popular musicians that have recorded together. Their music could be considered pretty milktoast, banal, and predictable.
"how bout I start a team of leaders" probably talking about Wolf Gang here.
"I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitchfork" Pitchfork media is a popular and commonly derided music review website that is regularly associated with hipsters.
"I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin" (Gaye... geddit?)
Plenty of the lyrics I'm sure are just plain Dada absurdism (triceratops, Stevie Wonder) All in all these three verses are pretty jokey, which is probably why I like it so much.