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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?