[Dr. TC]
So, you tell me that everything just isn´t going well
Well, first off...

My only problem is death
Fuck heaven, I ain´t showing no religion respect
Brain damage, therapy´s the only thing I regret
Talking to me is like a fucking body missing a neck
But, I´m surprised I ain´t pop off my top off
Life is a bitch and my cock´s soft, the Glock´s cocked
My hands tremble, my finger slipped, the wall´s red
Her life is fucked, she´s sad now, her son is dead

I told her I´m her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don´t ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day dreams, that´s how death seems
I told her I´m her worst nightmare

This is hell, you don´t ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, that´s how death seems

When I was younger, I would smile a lot
I´m getting older, getting bolder, but a wiser top
Now I´m drunk driving, lap´s full of Budweiser tops
Life is a movie and you´re just a prop
They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums
Love? I don´t get none, that´s why I´m so hostile to the kids that get some
My father called me to tell me he loved me—
I´d have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me
Annoying and I´m ugly, most niggas wanna punch me

I´m surprised the fucking doctor even touched me
Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I´ll fall? Fuck y´all
I´m Ace, I´m parentless, odd, kinda arrogant
Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it
Because I am the devil, fucker, get on my level
Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers
My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a little darker
I´ll see you in a couple, OF

I told her I´m her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don´t ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day dreams, that´s how death seems
I told her I´m her worst nightmare

This is hell, you don´t ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, that´s how death seems

[Dr. TC]
Tyler, here´s some water, man. You seem a little tense. How´s Thebe?

All because a nigga just don´t give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, you´re a shitty parent, face it, suck it up
That´s what you should´ve did before that nigga bust, huh
Feel like I missed my little brother growing up
Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up

But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up
I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bruh
Now I´m emo, so fuck it, I´m pouring up
But I never had a drink— (Sydney, Tyler´s throwing up!)
My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough
I won´t feel the feelings I be feeling when I´m sobered up
But that´s a fucking lie, why would he say that? I´m
As emotionally straight as Travis when he--(Tyler, calm down)
Don´t look at me, I´m 6´5", about to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die

I finally had a family
Domo´s in another state, and where the fuck is Riley?
Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me
But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn´t find me?
Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
One ear I got kids screaming, "O.F. is the best"
The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs at
So I can kill these levels of stress, shit
They say that I´m shock value
How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?
I haven´t got around to telling my mom shit (why?)
Cause I don´t know how to...(whoa)
All I want is her support, but no, it´s the fights at home

When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown
Now she´s really fuckin´ pissed, so the knives get thrown
And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat´s all gone
Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone
Then they wonder why I stay at Travis´ pad with a backpack
For the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black tees
And deodorant like his house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack
And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday
Where I skate with the same fucking friends that
Didn´t give a fuck about fame or a name, oh

"Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"
Email full of emails, I never write back
Ain´t kill myself yet, and I already want my life back

I told her I´m her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don´t ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day dreams, that´s how death seems

One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops
I´m blowin´ them flu shots, couldn´t kill me with two top rockers
You´re on the side of faggots and cock blockers
I´m on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches
I´m Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human

Cause I´m shrooming with the bangers and the carneys
You niggas can´t harm me cause y´all know that
We at the fuckin´ Dirty like it´s laundry (Tyler, calm down)
Nigga, get off me

(Calm down, man)
Fuck off me man, fuck (what´s gotten into you?)
I don´t know, it´s like I´m a different person at times
Sometimes I´m fucking mad, sometimes I´m not (yeah, you...)
It´s like I got a fucking voice in my head
Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man (yeah, what´s this?)
I don´t fucking know, man (what´s this person named then, Tyler, huh?)
He tells me to do this shit, that I don´t wanna fucking do (what´s his name?)
Tron Cat