K-pop Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox,
no I'm not
Threesomes with a fuckin'
triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin'
deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs
made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than
a muthafuckin' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta
pissy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper
tryna get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches
in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon,
I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit
While Syd is tellin' me
that she's been gettin'
intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up)
Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems,
he's fuckin' awesome with listenin'

[Verse 2]
Jesus called, he said
he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin'
and this isn't a fuckin' hotline
For a fuckin' shrink,
sheesh I already got mine
And he's not fuckin' workin',
I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six
and goin' 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 bowlin',
I went home to some damn
Adventure Time
(What'd you do?)
I slipped myself
some pink Zannies
And danced around the house
in all-over print panties
My mom's gone,
that fuckin' 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 robbin' 'em
I'll crash that fuckin'
airplane 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 acheiver,
so how 'bout
I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder
to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth
and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want, fuck money,
diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at?
I got somethin' to feed 'em
In some cookin' books,
the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia
fuckin' leaves
It's been a couple months,
and Tina still ain't perm
her fuckin' weave, damn

[Verse 3]
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 writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin'
faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin'
knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put
that fuckin' 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 wanna know
if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck
so he's probably just like me
A muthafuckin' Goblin
(Fuck everythin', 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