⟵ Goblin • Yonkers • Radicals ⟶
Yonkers is the second track and lead single released on February 15, 2011 from the second studio album Goblin of American rapper/record producer Tyler the Creator.
Background[]
The song was released on February 15, 2011. This is also Tyler's breakout song.
Tyler won the MTV "Best New Artist of the Year" Award for Yonkers. Kanye West stated that Yonkers was the best video of 2011.
Single[]
The song was released on February 15, 2011 in digital format on some streaming services, a physical format version is not known, it had mixed reviews and mostly positive.
Music Video[]
The music video was released on February 10, 2011 and has achieved over 142 million views, with the song being considered to be Tyler's breakout single.
Tyler can be seen rapping in a black and white setting, handling and then eating a cockroach on his hand then vomits on the floor. The word "Kill" can be seen on his hand with the Anti-Christ. The video concludes Tyler getting a nose-bleed then placing a noose around his neck, then hanging himself as only his feet is seen in the shot as the video soon ends.
VMAs Awards[]
Okonma also won the MTV "Best New Artist" Award for "Yonkers" at the 2011 MTV Video Music Awards and was nominated for video of the year.
Versions[]
- Album version/Digital - 4:11
- Video version - 3:05
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 n---- fishbones
This n---- 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 f----- n---- B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus :And won't stop until the cops come in
[Verse 3]
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 4]
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' f----- 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
[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 n---- fishbones
This n---- 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 f----- n---- B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
[Verse 3]
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
[Outro]
(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)
Trivia[]
- Okonma claimed that he made the song in 8 minutes.