Bastard

Yo, f**k 2DopeBoyz and f**k Nah Right

And any other f**k-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18 year old nigga

Making his own f**king beats, covers, videos and all that shit

F**k you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-slauson rapping

F**k-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC and um, I'm guessing

That your teacher sent you here to talk cause you were misbehaving

Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, and the next day

So, just tell me something about yourself

Well look, if you don't talk, I mean these sessions are going to go slower

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Some food for thought, this food for death, go ahead and f**king eat

My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never f**king meet

I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

That I got love for my mother, none of you other f**kers

Are much important I'm getting angrier while recording

I'm feeling like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves

Odd Future is children that's f**ked up in they mental

Simple but probably not, f**k them

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as f**k

Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Easy to spot like black b*tches with fake leopard

Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on

Cause this album pack enough evil

That you can't fit inside a Jansport, go to school with this

I go from AP to JC inside a f**king week

Waking up with random girls like "Yo, b*tch, how the f**k we meet?"

I stay with grandma, she always b*tching about her carpet

Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Raquel treat me like my father like a f**king stranger

She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her

Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught, go to sleep

I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky

F**k me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

A f**king sin or too illegal play this shit in church

I graduated without honors or f**king father

He died (I'm so sorry) No b*tch, don't even f**king bother

I wanted a brother my mother I told her

But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

So both of our imaginations are creations of the f**king situation

That's having our brains racing like Dayton, wearing some f**king Heelys

I know you f**king feel me, I want to f**king kill me

But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly

I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11

Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented

Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

With the same problem, the only way to solve them

Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver

Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it

Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious

Cause my mother let me do what I want

She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

My father didn't give a f**k, so it's something I inherit

My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents

When Danielle or Milan decide to f**king share

This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I’m bad for you kids to listen to

Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah

Well that's not her f**king name, but I think this shit is clever

My niggas wanna know if I'm f**king, if I'm kissing

But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen

Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing

Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries

Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy

Losers can never win me, you can never offend me

My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the

Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal

This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this

F**k a deal, I just want my father's email

So I can tell him how much I f**king hate him in detail

Wow, umm, so Tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

What would you tell him?