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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 death rock stars Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks. Bed rocks harder than a motherfucking Flintstone. Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fish bones. Talk me. This nigga Jasper tryna get grown. About five seven of his bitches in my bedroom. Bed. Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this shit 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. You tell him all your problems, he's fucking Awesome with listening. I'm Wolf Haley. Goth Wayne. I'm Wolf Haley. Goth Fucking Wayne. Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses. I told him to quit bitching, 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 you do? I slipped myself some pink Xannies. Yeah. And danced around the house in all over Print panties. My mom's gone, that fucking broad Would never understand me. I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin. What you think of Haley Williams? Fuck her. Wolf Haley robbing them. I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot Nigga Bob is in and stab Bruno Mars in His goddamn esophagus and won't stop until the cops Come in. I'm a overachiever, so how about I start a Team of leaders and pick up Stevie Wonder to Be the wide receiver? Ooh. Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant gold Retrievers all I want. Fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need them. But where the fat books at? I got something to feed them. It's some cooking books, the Black kids never wanted To read them. Snapback, green ch-ch-chia fucking Leaves. It's been a couple months and Tina still Ain't perm her fucking weave. Damn. I'm Wolf Haley. I'm Wolf Haley. Wayne. Goddamn Goblin. Wolf Haley. I'm Haley. Goth Wayne. Yeah. They say success is the best revenge, So I beat Deshae up with a stack of Magazines I'm in. Oh, not again, Another critic writing report. I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a Pitch fork. Ugh. Still suicidal I am. I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my Hand. I'm Wolf, Ace gone put that fucking hole In my head. And I'm Wolf, that was me Who shoved the cock in your bitch. Who the fuck? Fuck the fame and all the hype, G. I just wanna know if my father would ever Like me. But I don't give a fuck, so He's probably just like me. A motherfucking Goblin. Fuck everything, man. That's what my conscience said. Then the 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