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?