Radicals

Tyler The Creator · Goblin [2011]

[Intro]

Random disclaimer

Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay? It's fuckin' fiction

If anything happens, don't fuckin' blame me,

white America, fuck Bill O'Reilly

4, 3, 2, 1



[Verse 1]

What the fuck I look like sayin' I'm sorry

To a bunch of fuckin' fags that can't potentially harm me?

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

By the way, I got sixty fuckin' Wolves that'll guard me

They skate hard brash black hoodies, try somethin'

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Fuck all your opinions, I'm tie 'em up in a shoestring

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing



[Hook]

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

I'm fuckin' radical, nigga

Left, right, left, right



[Verse 2]

Fuck cops, I'm a fuckin' rock star

Rebel and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, they all so fuckin' retard

Fuck school, I'mma fuck up, fuck Harvard

I ain't got no fuckin' money, hey mom

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Child support ain't come that faggot still ain't bought me anything

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing



[Hook]



[Bridge]

Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions

Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions

See they're not mine so you gotta let 'em go

We can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know