Bastard E

Yo, yo, fuck Two Dope Boys and fuck Nah Wright and any other fuck nigga ass blog that Can put a 18-year-old nigga making his own fucking Beats, covers, videos, and all that shit. Fuck you post-Drake ass cliché jerking, LA Slauson rapping, fuck nigga ass Hypebeast niggas. Now back to the album. Uh, 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, i-if, if you don't talk, I mean, these sessions are gonna 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, why? I don't know, we'll never fucking meet. I cut my wrists and play piano 'cause I'm So depressed. Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so Possessed. This meeting's 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 got a gang of wolves. Our future is children that's fucked up in they Mental. Simple will 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 slower, molasses. Take this shit to school. Why Kel treat me like my father, like a Fucking stranger? She still don't know I may serra To strangle her and I 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 with 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 he tell me are still evil. With the 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 at 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 Mr. Nada. So both of our imaginations are creations of The fucking situations that's having our brains Racing like Dayton Wearing some fucking Heelys. I know you fucking feel me. I want to fucking kill me. The times I'm so Siri. Yes, you think I'm silly. I'm doing Biggie style. Willie couldn't touch Eleven Seven. What's religion? Nigga, I am legend. I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition. I created OF 'cause I felt we're more talented Than 40-year-old rappers talking about Gucci when They have kids they haven't seen in years. Impressing they peers with the same problem. The only way to solve them is to go To Father's Day convention with the gold revolver. Life's a salad, I'ma toss it. Eat this shit up, Rick Ross it. Shit it out, bag it up, sell it. I'm so damn rebellious 'cause my mother's letting me Do what I want. She wasn't careless. Protective, she is the bear. This shit is so bad. My diary isn't here. 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 want to hug Oi. I'm bad for your kids to listen to. Soy's not the choice. I'm bad milk. Drink it. Well, um, Seems you have a lot to say. And, uh, I mean, as I make up--as I evaluate- 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 down in Bed simply just wishing with a tail. They try to tell me, but I never listen 'cause I don't give a shit like sitting down Pissing. 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 Mom 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. Um, So Tyler, if, If you had the chance to tell him something, What would you tell him?