[Verse 1]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and [bad word]  eat
My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never [bad word]  meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this [bad word] is so posessed
This meetin' just begun, [bad word] I'm Satan's son

[Verse 2]
My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other [bad word] 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 [bad word] up on they mental
Simple but probably not, [bad word] 'em

[Verse 3]
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as [bad word] [bad word] white girls the only way I'll get my [bad word] sucked
Suspended from school coolest [bad word] without effort
Easy to spot like black [bad word] with fake leopard
Soak me up like 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

[Verse 4]
I go from AP to JC inside of [bad word]  week
Wakin' up with random girls like "Yo, [bad word]  how the [bad word] we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always [bad word]  about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start [bad word] No to [bad word] I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes
By those slow as molasses, take this [bad word] to school

[Verse 5]
Raquel treat me like my father like a [bad word]  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 [bad word] , [bad word] 
Inside my head tellin' me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothin' but nightmares I caught, go to sleep

[Verse 6]
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky [bad word] me the monster said, somehow 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 [bad word]  samples are too illegal, play this [bad word] in church

[Verse 7]
I graduated without honors or a [bad word]  father
He died, no [bad word]  don't even [bad word]  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 [bad word]  situation
That's havin' our brains racin' like Dayton, wearin' some [bad word]  heelies

[Verse 8]
I know you [bad word]  feel me, I want to [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] up, Rick Ross it [bad word] it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so [bad word] rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
The [bad word] is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a [bad word]  so it's somethin' I inherit
My mother's all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Malonda decide to [bad word]  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

[Verse 9]
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Drippin' cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that'