Bastard (Explicit Version) - Tyler, The Creator This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought some food for death Go 'head and f**kin' eat My father's dead well I don't know We'll never f**kin' 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 ni**a 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 f**kas 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 f**ked up on they mental Simple but probably not f**k 'em
I'm tall dark skinny my ears are big as f**k Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked Suspended from school coolest ni**a without effort
Easy to spot like black b**ches 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 f**kin' week Wakin' up with random girls like Yo b**ch how the f**k we meet I stay with grandma she always bitchin' about her carpet Every time I walk inside the house she always tend to start sh*t No to drugs I never spark it I used to be bullied for honour classes By those slow as molasses take this sh*t to school
Raquel treat me like my father like a f**kin' 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 F**k 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 f**kin' samples are too illegal play this sh*t in church
I graduated without honors or a f**kin' father He died no b**ch don't even f**kin' 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 f**kin' situation That's havin' our brains racin' like Dayton wearin' some f**kin' heelies
I know you f**kin' feel me I want to f**kin' 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 ni**a 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 sh*t up Rick Ross it Sh*t 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 sh*t is so bare my diary isn't hid My father didn't give a f**k 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 f**kin' 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 f**kin name but I think this sh*t is clever My niggas wanna know if I'm f**kin' 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 sh*t 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 F**k a deal I just want my father's emails F**k the ceremony how much I f**kin' hate him in detail
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 F**k a deal I just want my father's emails F**k th
