Lyrics: Tyler The Creator. Radicals.

[Verse 1:]
What the fuck I look like sayin' I'm sorry
To a bunch of fuckin' fags like they potentially owe me?
I ain't never gonna bow to your expectation
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 black bag
Fuck all your opinions and 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

[Verse 2:]
Fuck cops, I'm a fuckin' rock star
Rebel [?] my muthafuckin' cock on
Fuck pigs fuck [?] they all so fuckin' retard
Fuck school, I'm a fuck up, fuck [?]
I ain't got no fuckin' money, hey mom
I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Child support [?] that faggot still ain't bought me anything
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

[Hook]