You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone

You don't, you don't even have the balls to begin with

What you need is me, someone to talk to, uh, it's been a while since our last session

So, tell me what's been going on

I'm not a fucking role model

I know this

I'm a nineteen-year-old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams

Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit

These mothafuckas think I'm 'sposed to live up to something? Shit

I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless

But getting more pussy 'cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris

As you should

Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares

At skateparks and airports all in a year, it's weird

Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked

Now competition missing like that **** my mom fucked

He still hasn't called me yet

That's not your fault

But that's a whole fucking different argument, shit, I got over it

And a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy

A couple Hot Pockets and Grandma could stop cooking

Them nasty ass collard greens, pressure's on me like this top hat

Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?

Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top that, you're a very capable individual

Okay, you guys caught me, I'm not a fucking rapist or serial killer, I lied

You know, you, you just want attention, you'll be fine

I try too hard, huh?

No, you don't

Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet

The 'preme shit is free and I don't drink, so fuck a wine set

****, fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity

I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity

Oh, that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper

'Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research?

I'm the star of the group

Yeah

So no one else gets the respect that they deserve 'cause of you

Bastard was good though

What you think I record it for?

To have a bunch a critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore?

Like I didn't make "Parade" or "Inglorious"

'Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel?

Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off

In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off

I bet

Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver

Here

Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they full of flavor

Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams?

Why they got to fucking hate?

I think everyone's happy, everyone's rooting for you, everyone loves you, Tyler, you have to believe that

I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fucking busy, I can barely kickflip now

Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time at your home?

What the fuck you mean I'm not talented? You, you see the shit that I've been doing?

I have, I, I mean you're a great person

I mean, I'm not that great of a rapper, but as a whole, I'm pretty cool, right?

People excited, thinking shit is so tight

For what?

Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like

What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic?

And start Jackson him off until his cack blasting off?

No

Fuck that, these **** ain't fucking with me

Yeah

'Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique

And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak

On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week

I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T

And some Waka Flocka Flame instead of that real hip-hop

I love that shit

That's bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique

Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released

But they don't get it 'cause it's not made for them

They don't, it's not made for them

The **** that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him

They do not have the mindset that's same as him

I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him

It is, but Tyler, you're going to have to cut down on that "faggot" word, that's very, that's a, that's a bad—

I'm not homophobic

I mean, I don't think you are, but

Faggot

Alright, well, since the last time we

The fuck is a good performance? I get on stage, and I have as much fun as I can

I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun, but your Twitter posts, just, I mean, they're really random and it's ADD

Who doesn't have ADD? Well, I don't

I mean, sometimes, you're just really out in the distance and we just want to know, what's the problem for this?

I wish Thebe was here

Therapy's been sinning and **** getting offended

They don't want to fuck with me 'cause I do not fuck with religion

You see, that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen

Here, put this middle finger in your ear

I'd rather not

When someone gets blamed 'cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47

What?

At forty-seven kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned

I don't think anyone's going to men—, I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you

College wasn't working and I wasn't working

So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting

But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait

'Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit

I mean, you

Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since eight

And can afford to get my mother something on her birthday

I mean, you've explained to me that you were in school, but, I mean, I

They claim the shit I say is just wrong

Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone

I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide prone

My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now

Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen

And when she gives you lemons, ****, throw 'em at pedestrians

So, what are you saying, take advantage?

I mean, you've been doing pretty good, I've seen that

I still live in my grandma's house

Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches

I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement

My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then

And then I am confused if I want in or just out

My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling

I sit in Grandmother's living room and just pout

And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die

No, you don't

Odd Future came from the bottom

And it's gon' take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em

I believe you

All you fucking lames don't have to like me

The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee

Whoa, um, alright, uh, so you was telling me you went to New York