[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]

Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right

And any other fuck nigga ass blog that can't put an eighteen 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

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)]

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, if, if you don't talk

I mean, these sessions are going to go slow, so—

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

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, 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

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

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 in they mental

Simple, but probably not, fuck 'em

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

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

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]

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

[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator]

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, it's telling me evil thoughts

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught

Go to sleep

[Verse 6: Tyler, The Creator]

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 this 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 in church

[Verse 7: Tyler, The Creator & Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)]

I graduated without honors or a 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 situations that's having our brains racing's

Like Dayton

Wearing some fucking Heelys

[Verse 8: Tyler, The Creator]

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 forty year old rappers talking 'bout Gucci

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

With the same problem, the only way to solve 'em

Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver

Life's a salad, I'ma toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it

Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious

'Cause my mothers let me do what I want, she wasn't careless

Protective, she is the bear, this 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 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

I'm bad milk, drink it

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)]

Woah, um

It seems you had a lot to say

And, uh, who knows? I might feel

As I'm evaluating—

[Verse 9: Tyler, The Creator]

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, 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 mom'll 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

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator (as Dr. TC)]

Wow, um

So, Tyler, if, uh

If you had the chance to tell him something

What would you tell him?