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fucking awesome. broke as fuck, no job, barely going to school, need a haircut, new shoes, car fucking up. but hey, got a fucking concert this fucking friday where a bunch of fucking die hards will be there to recite my fucking verse and who would suck my dick for a hi five. fucking swag me out. got damn, im fucking depressed, i want to fucking just fucking kill myself. fuck. i personally thnk im going to die on friday. gonna be way to fucking hyper and trying to perform, my fucking asthma is going to flare up to the max, adrenaline pumping, then lungs are going to close more and more, im gonna try to take a puff of my inhaler, thinking its gonna work i keep performing, then BAM,. im on the floor. dead. fucking DEAD. truthfully, i dont if ill be happier that way. i mean, i wont, but, fuck it. if you want, you should come to the show. info is at oddfuture.com. fuck t im gonna rant some more. my bitch ass mom is bugging on me. she failled as a fucking parent. all my life she wanted me too be something that im not. she would prolly be suprised her son has made a name for himself among teenagers and fucking college students all around the nation, videos with over 30 thousand plays and a fucking album that has done really fucking well with no site or anyone big to tell people to cop. i dont want to sound like a bitch but, i was kinda hurt the other day. im on the fucking phone with her blabbing about college and shit, im just slowing pressing the keys oon the piano, she bluts out " o i see someone trying to play the piano", i replyed, i dont need to try i tought myself.....she claims i dont know how to play, im like, remember, i tought myself how to play because you wouldnt give me lessons when i asked for them.." you never asked for them".....come on dude, really? i begged for them but you put me in YMCA basketball instead, against my will"....you never asked me for tehm"....what are you talking about, 7th grade you bought me my keyboard for my birthday and i begged for them".....o, well too bad, you sound really bitter buddy"........damn, i mean it mite not seem like anything to yall but what the fuck, how do you not know that your fucking child can play a fucking instrument, like, thats fucked up to me. fuck it, i got a show and a bucnh of fucking kids who love me to cater too, out.

I Wish Someone Would Just One Day, Take The Time Out To Ask Me What's Wrong And Talk To Me. No, Listen.

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havent been on this in a long time. been busy with, stupid as school, truthfully only going because my moms wants me too. making music, suprised that i have the buzz that i have, niggas on twitter and all this other shit talking about me. i was hearing this from other people, still dont really beleive the shit tho, but whatever. its crazy how people finally like me. like, its other kids that can releate to the shit im yapping about. the kids that you too fuck with me in middle know my lrics now, the fucking irony. swag me the fuck out b. but, im not happy with life. as much " succesess" that i have at my age, as elite my follwoing of my cult( ofwgkta) is, and fucking cool people think i am or as happy and fun i seem, i just want to end it. it's alot that no one knows, and it sucks. have no one too talk too. i just want to vent out but, i can't. i mean, no emo faggot or nothing but everyone needs someone to talk to, and everyone does but, no matter how close i am with anyone weather its davon or travis or whoever, i still trust no one. i find myself making songs about alot more evil shit more and more everytime i make music. for the past year, almost every instrumental i composed have been dark. the dark that gives you chills, an erie form of sound, and it's begining to scare me. i look back at old you tube videos in the 10th grade or so when i would smile alot. just a wild cray kid loving his life. now, at times, only at times, when im smiling or whatever, its to cover up the fac that i want to kill. kill my family. i hate this living situation. no alone time, to come at peace with myself. to look in the mirror and find tyler, not wolf haley or ace or whoever. i wished my mother was here. shit would have been way better off. but eh, who's to fucking blame. thats life. 24 minutes.

BASTARD

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First Album

VCR

A Song About Rape. I Mean, A Song About Tivo. I Mean......VCR. I'm Going To Release BASTARD On Christmas. A Solo Tape, Produced All By Wolf Haley. Featuring Ace Creator, CV, Hodgy, Domo, Brandun And Sly. About 13 Songs. Maybe Shorter. This Is Song 10. Prolly the Weakest Out Of the Bunch. Fuck You.

Bye

Im sitting here. In an enormous shock. A shock to where nothing In this fucking world matters. Music. Skating. Its all a blank. I have the same fucked up feeling I had the first and last time I got high. Blood flowing to fast. Heart pumping nervously but I can't feel it.I just witnessed my two bestfriends who know more about me than my own mother, cry. When I got the news, I sat for minutes, mouth wide open. In a panic shock, but somehow stuck to the chair with no movement. Thoughts from 24 hours ago ran threw my head. Her asking me my opinion about which dress she should wear to her meeting with an agent. Im giving her funny yet truthful answers. Before I know it the shock that I had hit me again. Forcing tears of what the fuck out of my eyes. I can't believe what has happend. In the background. I hear doors banging, yelles of fuck, shit breaking. Every thought of anything I can think of goes threw my head. Im aat total lost. I spent my lasst moments with her. Im shaking as I type this, we only got the news about an hour ago. Tall chocolate girl that I always had a crush on. All ways jumpy, looking at the positive side of things. Would do any thing for me if I asked. From letting me borrow money to taking me to work to home to wherever. Then the thoughts of the night before hit me again, I go into another panic shock. The room is silent. The only sounds are coming from the living room, which in clude fucks and heavy breathing and the laptop, playing very dramatic classical music from bethtoven. I shut the tv off, close the laptop, and sit. Sit. the thoughts going in my head are. We just got the news that sge is officially gone. My heart is now beating again, rapidly. I can barely type. Pause. Eyes are blury. Blood is rushing. I was jsut with her. Mom. I want my mother and sister here with me. To console me. They are all I ever had. I wish I was to young to fully understand what is going on. I just texted my mom telling her I loved her. I see her every three months. I want a hug from anyone right now. Anyone. Bum. Preacher. Anyone. My heart is pounding more. Im running out of inhaler. Fucking hit and fucking run. I hope that fucking person. No. From hpw I feel right now, and the tense viibe in the house I would not want anyone to ever experience this. She reallly jusy fucking left us. I keeping hoping that she walks in the house. In her boutique dresses and positive vibe. I am not even related to her. But she is family. I've been here for the past four years at every birthday, holiday and family get together, and these aren't even my rellitives. I don't know weather to stay because its 2 in the AM, or go home and let the family spend time with each other. No outsiders. I remember the last thing I heard her say. She was singing chasing pavements. A song that I will alw. I can't really type right now. She's really fucking gone. 20 years of innocence. Gone because of some fucking fucking bastard who fucucuuccckcckckckkcck. I can barley breath. This is my first time experiencing some shit like this. Death. How you can go just like that. She had dreams, just like me. Makes me think. There is no fucking god. Fuck that shit. I wonder while in so fucking hostile. Fucked up shit in the ficking world happens foe no fucking reason. You niggas wanna fucking smoke weed all day and do nohing with yourb fucking lives. That shit can go like that. I try my hardest to enjoy this shit everyday. Everyfucking day im doing something I love. Something to let me live. All you stupid ass niggas gangbanging killing people are some stupid ass fucking niggers omg I can't ewven think of asnyhting to sya fuck man. Im typing all of my feelings insted of letting them out on someones car, or worse; someone. Im speechless. But more so devistaed. How could this happn? Getting hit my car and leaving? That fucker who hit her and left is going to fucking pay. We will get every fuckingsurvalencevideo fro, any fuckingstore that was near it. Fuck. Every song in the world is playing in my head right now. I can't think. Fuck. Why? Why? Kristi, please walk up these stairs. Please.

Come Up

OFWGSandBD

Bacon And Skate Day. Final Trick: Half Cab Flip

The Dena Tape

Hodgy. 18. Full Of Energy. And Raps. What Else Could You Want. Hodgy Beats Finally Releases His Own Mixtape. Featuring Production From Myself, Left Brain And Others. He Goes In On Everytrack. The 'Intro', Which Is Suplied With The Same Instrumental From The OF Taspe Intro, Slaps You In The Face With The Str-8 Foward Punchlines. 'April Fools' And 'Contrasing Swag' Is For The Ladies, Where 'HB Cannon' And I'gnorant Shit' is For The Phenes Who Look For Heavy punchlines. The Tape Also Has A Very Dark Side To It. 'Customized Greatly' And 'Memorex Cd's', Which Is Composed By Mr. Deshay, Sounds Like A Horror Film. He Goes In On Life, The Hardships And The Bullshit He Went Threw While Doing This Tape. On A Lighter Note, 'Biscuits', Which Is Produced By Me And One Of My Favorite Tracks, Comes In With An Off Kelter Beats, Which Hodgy Providing Lyrics, Some Might Consider It An ODE to His Hometown Of Pasadena, California. Hands Down, The Best Track On The Tape Is 'Speed Racer'. The Self Produced Songs Just Fucking Knocks. The Nigga Goes Fucking In. I Cant Even Give You Deatail. Fuck It, Just DL It. Overall, The Tape Covers Different Genres And Has You Bobbing Your Head All The Way Threw. I, Tyler, Did The Cover And Back Art For It. Download That Shit Here.Odd Future

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