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Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18-year-old nigga
Makin' his own fuckin' beats, covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerkin', LA-slauson rappin'
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas
Now back to the album
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm guessin'
That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehavin'
Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday
So, just tell me somethin' about yourself
Well look, if you don't talk, I mean these sessions are goin' to go slower
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go ahead and fuckin' eat
My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet
I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meetin' 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 fuckers
Are much important, I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'
I'm feelin' like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental
Simple, but probably not, fuck 'em
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls, the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches 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 fuckin' week
Wakin' up with random girls like, "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitchin' 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 fuckin' 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 homecomin', demons runnin'
Inside my head tellin' me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher, but nothin' but nightmares are caught
Go to sleep
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
"Fuck 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 fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church
I graduated without honors or fuckin' father
He died (I'm so sorry), no bitch, don't even fuckin' 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 fuckin' situation
That's having our brains racing like Dayton
Wearin' some fuckin' Heelys
I know you fuckin' feel me, I want to fuckin' kill me
The times I'm so serious, yes, you think I'm silly
I'm doin' 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 talkin' about Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressin' 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'ma 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 fuck, so it's somethin' I inherit
My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy
I'm bad for you kids to listen to, soy is not the choice
I'm bad milk, drink it
Whoa, um, it seems you had a lot to say
Uh, who knows, I might feel as I'm evaluatin'
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Drippin' cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well, that's not her fuckin' name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fuckin', if I'm kissin'
But I'm sittin' here downin' beers simply just wishin'
With a tear they try to tell me, but I never listen
'Cause I don't give a shit like sittin' down pissin'
18, still talkin' 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 mom'll attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I fuckin' hate him in detail
Wow, um
So, Tyler, if-, if you had the chance to tell him somethin'
What would you tell him?
