Tyler, The Creator Goes HAM On Aussie Visa Laws In New Track ‘Fuck It’

OHHHH-KAAAY, looks like Tyler, The Creator is still fuming over his Australian visa being cancelled a couple of months ago, after a controversial campaign from activist group Collective Shout succeeded in having it revoked over offensive lyrics he published in 2009.

In retaliation, he’s released a new single called ‘Fuck It’ that takes aim squarely at our strict VISA/quarantine laws.
And mates, he is not subtle:

Tell Australia I’m sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand

Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack

When Marshall had this problem what the fuck was they telling him?

Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black

I think people love to be mad

How can I be misogynistic love titties and ass

How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend’s a fag

Stepping around the fact that a love of titties and ass does not a non-misogynist make, the only way this track could be improved is if he threw shade directly at Peter Dutton himself.

The lyrics are as follows – special shout-out to ‘My freedom was breachedBorder Patrol put me on streets immediately’. Bruh. Also ICYMI, he’s literally courting controversy with his new videos for ‘Fucking Young’ and ‘Deathcamp’.

I seen a lot of niggas 
So when them niggas start talking reckless I get offended 
I get it, they try to keep a image 
But look a little closer at the picture and you’ll that they’re chameleons 
How you doin’

You in the muthafucking building?

Nigga I’m an architect,

Got another crane and I don’t know if I’ma park it yet

You ain’t even start one yet, fuck off my property

Tell Australia I’m sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand 
Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack 
When Marshall had this problem what the fuck was they telling him? 
Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black 
I think people love to be mad 
How can I be misogynistic love titties and ass 
How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend’s a fag 

And we been hiding in the closet like our passion is fashion

Still tryna come out

Couldn’t deal with niggas who decide to take the fun out

Prolly cause I like to in places where the suns out

So comparing niggas lights is a muthafucking bum out

Thought you niggas nudist, but y’all clothes

I was ’bout to tee off and put put till the end

Now it’s anti-golf boys cause I don’t fuck my friends

Worse thing they gave me was an opportunity and a pen

Freedom of speech? My freedom was breached

Border Patrol put me on streets immediately

For shit I said when I was a virgin, repeatedly

Posting on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen me

My child is product of me, very honest

Left of center, very different, they didn’t want us

They didn’t get us, didn’t fit enough for their standards

Diverse and loud, so they ignore us

You put your life in a child that everybody hates

Now everybody hates papa despite that papas great

But that’s your favorite child boy that’s your favourite one

kids? Nope, I’m talking bout that cherry bomb

I don’t think they hear it

I was fearing deteriorating

Almost ate my spirit

‘Til the children cheered along

Watching them sing the songs

Eyeballs inspired

From pilot to 2seater

I couldn’t steer them wrong

That’s why i copped the McLaren, I couldn’t stop at the bimmer

“Tyler loosing himself that nigga turned to a diva

Nigga preaching and smiling, nigga wilden and breathing

Tryna inspire all the little niggas that wanna be him

But fuck that! We want:

Cats cats daddy problems kickflip fuck fuck, cupcakes buttrape

Golf wang, daddy problems fag fag dad dad bike lake everything that i hate, plus being sad”

Y’all can cry about your year’s top rap new albums

Golf did a quarter million in about two hours

Money money ain’t the motive, but it is up for discussion

Niggas frontin’ niggas wish that they could fuck with my production

Saying you the plug, get yo chords up

I was writing string sections on my tour bus

They adore me, my little birds

Be free flap your wings I encourage it

I wish i had fucking Xanex problem so y’all talk about how I deep I am

Man child in the flesh bitch I’m Peter Pan

You Captain the Hook muthafuckas wont ever be the man

I got a muthafucking vision I don’t need your plans

So shut your muthafucking mouth when I be speaking man

To the only sober nigga that be tweeking fam



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