Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Bastard Song: Bastard Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Tyler, the Creator] Yo, yo FUCK 2DopeBoyz and FUCK NahRight 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 jerking L.A. Slausson rapping fuck nigga-ass HypeBeast niggaz 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, Wednesday so} {just tell me something about yourself} {Well look, if you don't talk} {I mean these sessions are going to go slower} [Tyler, the Creator] This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought, this 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 wrists 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 [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 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 in they mental Simple but probably not, fuck 'em! [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 Su-spended 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 [Tyler, the Creator] I go from A.P. to J.C. inside a fuckin week Waking 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 [Tyler, the Creator] 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 homecoming, demons running inside my head, telling me evil thoughts I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught Go to sleep [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 it tells me are still evil With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble I'm on my grind feeble, my music's either a fucking sin or too illegal Play this shit in church [Tyler, the Creator] 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 racin like dating, wearin some fucking Heelys [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 7, 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 'bout Gucci When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressin they 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 Annd 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 fuckin 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} PUh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating} [Tyler, the Creator] My wrist is all red from the cutter and drippin cold blood like the winter, the summer os never that's equivalent to me and Sarah Well that's not her fuckin name, but I think this shit is clever My niggaz wanna know if I'm fuckin, or 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 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'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 e=mail so I can tell him how much I fuckin hate him in detail!!! {Wow, umm, so Tyler if you had the chance to tell him something} {What would you tell him?}