Bastard

Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an eighteen year old nigga Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit Fuck you post-Drake-ass, cliche-jerking, L.A.-Slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas Now back to the album [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)] 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, if you don't talk I mean, these sessions are going to go slow, so— [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought? This food for death, go 'head and fucking eat My father's dead, well, I don't know, we'll never fucking 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 [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] 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 getting angrier while recording I'm feeling like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves Odd Future is children that's fucked up in they mental Simple, but probably not, fuck 'em [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] 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 [Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator] I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week Waking up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?" I stay with grandma, she always bitching 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 [Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator] Raquel treat me like my father, like a fucking 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 head, it's telling me evil thoughts I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught Go to sleep [Verse 6: Tyler, The Creator] 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 he tell 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 [Verse 7: Tyler, The Creator & Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)] I graduated without honors or a fucking father He died (I'm so sorry) No, bitch, don't even fucking 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 fucking situations that's having our brains racing's Like Dayton Wearing some fucking Heelys [Verse 8: Tyler, The Creator] I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking 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 forty year old rappers talking 'bout Gucci When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers With the same problem, the only way to solve 'em 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 mothers let me do what I want, she wasn't careless Protective, she is the bear, this shit is so bare My diary isn't hid, my father didn't give a fuck 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 fucking share This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy I'm bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice I'm bad milk, drink it [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)] Woah, um It seems you had a lot to say And, uh, who knows? I might feel As I'm evaluating— [Verse 9: Tyler, The Creator] 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 fucking name, but I think this shit is clever My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, 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 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 fucking hate him in detail [Outro: Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)] Wow, um So, Tyler, if, uh If you had the chance to tell him something What would you tell him?