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 Went to six flags 
Six fags came up and said 'ayo can we get a pic?' I said no 
And they said 'oh it's wolf gang, yonkers, goblin is my shit though' 
Now I'm like, fuck, I don't want to be an asshole 
So I'm sitting there posing with travis, devon 
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on 
So fucking annoyed because I missed goliath 
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot 
Now I'm 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, guarentee they didn't even hear bastard 
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo, I'm going fucking loco 
'Hey tyler can i...' no, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro? 
'But tyler, you're 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 I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be 
My life is just like yours, no father 
My momma must have forgot to stop with a pop condom 
In school I was the one 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 
You're in inspiration to niggas like me 
Not the niggas who like just cause of lyrics and beats 
I'm talking about the niggas who don't know where they're 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 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 in a beat 
I mean snare and a kick drum, see me forearm 
I carved of on it this morning with a glass shard 
On my green miniramp that I built in my backyard (that's weird) 
That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar 
When I see you play at the roxy (uhhhh) 
Tyler, I love you, I want to be just like you (alright) 
I think about your face and I don't even fucking try to (no homo) 
Wish I had a basement mitt for me to hide you 
We could play x-box and listen to 'in search of...' and eat donuts 
Over conversating about what church does 
Come up with weird ass videos with roach bugs 
I'm straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip 
And raquel that bitch, you should've killed that bitch 
You should've took me instead (uhhh, that's weird) 
See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't either 
And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either 
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt 
I worship until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the fuck) 
Odd future, wolf gang, golf wang, flog gnaw, free earl mobbin 
I know it seems like just I'm slobbing on your knob 
But I'm just a fan and I'm lossing my fucking noggin (yeah you are) 
I ain't got a job and I went out and bought goblin about 5 times 
Cause (thanks for the support) I love you man (alright) 
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 
Cause your dicks in my jaw (what the fuck) 
And I hit on twitter about 10 minutes a day 
And I'm bitter cause you don't even respond with a hey (sorry) 
And my boys think I'm gay cause I play vcr 
In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors...' 
Alright my nigga, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic 
So I can get on colossus, rhyme this slow as molasses 
(Tyler listen) no nigga I see you are loving my shit 
And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick 
But I'm not gay so its awkward, now I'm grouchy like oscar 
After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige dockers 
Yonkers and yonkers (I love that song) 
Sick of hearing about yonkers 
I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and conquered 
'Yeah whatever but I fucking blast at that concert 
I was at the boston one, I got a t-shirt from sagan 
And when I say sagan lockhart 
And when you came out to sandwiches 
That's when my fucking boycrush got started' 
Just take this fucking picture man, shit... 
 
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