text: Yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right
  And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that cant 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, Im Dr. TC and um, Im guessing that your teacher sent you here to talk cause you were misbehaving
  Um, its gonna be three sessions: today, tomorrow, and the next day
  So, just tell me something about yourself...
  Well, look, if, if you dont 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 ahead and fucking eat
  My fathers dead, well I dont know, well never fucking meet
  I cut my wrist and play piano cause Im so depressed
  Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
  This meeting just begun, nigga Im Satans son
  My mother raised me, a single parent, so its apparent
  That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers
  Are much important, Im getting angrier while recording
  Im feeling like the bulls, Ive got a gang of wolves
  Odd Future is children thats fucked up in they mental
  Simple, but probably not, fuck them
  Im tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
  Drunk white girls: the only way Ill 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 cant 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 dont 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
  Im the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught, go to sleep
  I wear green hats because Im fortunately lucky
  Fuck me, the monster said, somehow the monsters dead
  Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
  With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
  Im 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 No bitch, dont 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
  Thats having our brains racing like Dayton
  Wearing some fucking Heelys
  I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
  But times Im so serious, you think Im silly
  Im doing Big Style Willy couldnt touch 11
  Seven, whats religion nigga? I am legend
  I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
  I created O.F. cause I feel were more talented
  Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci
  When they have kids they havent seen in years
  Impressing their peers
  With the same problem, the only way to solve them
  Is to go to Fathers Day convention with a gold revolver
  Lifes a salad, Im a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
  Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, Im so damn rebellious
  Cause my mother let me do what I want
  She wasnt careless, protective she is the bear
  The shit is so bare, my diary isnt hid
  My father didnt give a fuck, so its something I inherit
  My mom is all I have so its 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
  Im bad milk, drink it
  Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
  Uh, who knows I might feel as Im evaluating
  My wrist is all red from the cutter
  Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
  Is never thats equivalent to me and Sarah
  Well thats not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever
  My niggas wanna know if Im fucking, if Im kissing
  But Im sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
  With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
  Cause I dont 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 momll attend the
  Ceremony with all my homies, Im suicidal
  This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
  Fuck a deal, I just want my fathers 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?