text: Ayo, first off my name is
  Fuck that, check the playlist
  Bitch Im tryna blow up like the Al Qaedas
  But why yall wanna be famous?
  So I can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta?
  These rappers is five foot tall talkin bout gang-bangin
  Im 63, I pee make em yellow like Coldplay is
  Six deep up in the rental Honda from Avis
  Bad bitches give me brain that explains the mindless behavior
  But fuck em and never mind em like a hater
  This rap shit is wack Im goin back to gettin paid under the table
  This industry turns me off like I forgot to pay my cable
  A bunch of males on these labels tryna stick it in my anal 
  So I fuck these girls cause theyre rear-ended
  I said motherfuck the world cause its near-ended
  And if youre scared go to church
  Other than that go get a shirt with my name on it
  Get your peers offended
  Youre tormented by my face, huh? Yeah
  That makes you think of what you aint, huh? Yeah
  So shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay
  Get your old dirty ass out the way
  Hold up, 
  Kells, Kells, its XXL
  Weve got some wonderful news and I just wanted to tell
  Now I know you and our freshman issue dont sit well
  So we said fuck everyone else, gave you the cover to yourself
  I aint ballin but Im at the free throw
  Didnt go to college, but I know this gringo is copied more than a fuckin Kinkos
  Mijo, mis amigos will cut you into burritos
  And feed you to the seagulls, your careers over, finito 
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a jackass, Ill backhand my countrys presidito
  I dont take part in politics
  Where Im from we call it deep-throat
  Id rather fuck me a bitch and X-Men like Magneto
  Call me an asshole but be tactical
  Cause the wrong vernacular could turn something spectacular to a massacre
  Microphone damager, Midwest assassiner
  A Cleveland cannibal, able to eat any of you faggots like bananas
  My cabinets are full of plants that make my lungs blacker than Janet
  High as intergalactic planets, I think I work for NASA
  My Chucks are classic, body marked up like my managers calendar
  Fans are fanatical still Im slept on like these mattresses
  Wake up, can you see me? Somebody get binoculars
  Im on top of a mammoth slappin two animal activists
  Livin up to the standards I got stuck with as a rapper
  A havoc, problematic, psychopathic, bastard, ambassador
   hotboxin an Acura
  Pants saggin gettin head from Tabatha
  Bitch I be that skinny motherfucker
  Clevelands what Im reppin
  They already know the answer
  Aint no motherfuckin question, its Kells
  I got more bars than a jail
  I got more heat than the sun itself
  You would think I was a member of Hell
  You would think I didnt have any manners the way I use this Biggie beat for myself
  But if anyone of you got a problem than let me call P. Diddy up on the cell and well tell you:
  Fuck the world it dont ask me for shit! 
  Fuck the world it dont ask me for shit