Bastard
par Tyler The Creator
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This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go ´head and fuckin´ eat
My father´s dead well I don´t know, we´ll never fuckin´ meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I´m so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
This meetin´ 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 fuckas
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 on 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 packs enough evil
That you can´t fit inside a jansport, go to school with this
I go from AP to JC inside of fuckin´ week
Wakin´ 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 honour classes
By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school
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 homecomin´, demons runnin´
Inside my head tellin´ me evil thoughts
I´m the dream catcher but nothin´ but nightmares I caught, go to sleep
I wear green hats because I´m fortunately lucky
Fuck me the monster said, some how 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 fuckin´ samples are too illegal, play this shit in church
I graduated without honors or a fuckin´ father
He died, 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 havin´ our brains racin´ like Dayton, wearin´ some fuckin´ heelies
I know you fuckin´ feel me, I want to fuckin´ kill me
But times I´m so serious you think I´m silly
I´m doin´ 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 talkin´ ´bout Gucci
When they have kids they haven´t seen in years, impressin´ 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´mma 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 somethin´ I inherit
My mom´s all I have so it´s never meet the parents
When Danielle or Malonda decide to fuckin´ share
This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya, I´m bad for you kids to listen to
Soy is not the choice, I´m bad milk, drink it
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Drippin´ cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that´s equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that´s not her fuckin name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I´m fuckin´, if I´m kissin´
But I´m sittin´ here downin´ beers simply just wishin´
With tear they try to tell me but I never listen
Cause I don´t give a shit like sittin´ down pissin´
Eighteen, still talkin´ 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 fuckin´ hate him in detail
Some food for thought some food for death, go ´head and fuckin´ eat
My father´s dead well I don´t know, we´ll never fuckin´ meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I´m so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
This meetin´ 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 fuckas
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 on 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 packs enough evil
That you can´t fit inside a jansport, go to school with this
I go from AP to JC inside of fuckin´ week
Wakin´ 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 honour classes
By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school
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 homecomin´, demons runnin´
Inside my head tellin´ me evil thoughts
I´m the dream catcher but nothin´ but nightmares I caught, go to sleep
I wear green hats because I´m fortunately lucky
Fuck me the monster said, some how 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 fuckin´ samples are too illegal, play this shit in church
I graduated without honors or a fuckin´ father
He died, 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 havin´ our brains racin´ like Dayton, wearin´ some fuckin´ heelies
I know you fuckin´ feel me, I want to fuckin´ kill me
But times I´m so serious you think I´m silly
I´m doin´ 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 talkin´ ´bout Gucci
When they have kids they haven´t seen in years, impressin´ 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´mma 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 somethin´ I inherit
My mom´s all I have so it´s never meet the parents
When Danielle or Malonda decide to fuckin´ share
This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya, I´m bad for you kids to listen to
Soy is not the choice, I´m bad milk, drink it
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Drippin´ cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that´s equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that´s not her fuckin name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I´m fuckin´, if I´m kissin´
But I´m sittin´ here downin´ beers simply just wishin´
With tear they try to tell me but I never listen
Cause I don´t give a shit like sittin´ down pissin´
Eighteen, still talkin´ 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 fuckin´ hate him in detail