Tyler, The Creator - Bastard lyrics

Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't
Put an 18 year old nigga
Making his own fucking beats, covers
Videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking
LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-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, if you don't talk, I mean
These sessions are going to go slower, so-

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

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

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 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

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 heads telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothing
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 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 situation
That's having our brains racing like Dayton
Wearing some fucking Heelys

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 OF 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 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

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 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

Wow, umm so, Tyler
If you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?