Bastard Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw 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, Wednesday 

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 some food for death, go ahead 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 

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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 on they mental 

Simple but probably not, fuck them 

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 

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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 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 

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 evil 

My fucking samples are 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 dating, wearing some fucking Heelies 

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 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 Malonda decide to fucking 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 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 momma will 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?