text: Kells
  Okay
  100 words and Running
  Whaddup!
  Uh
  Straight out the fridge with it
  Cool as polar bear paw prints in it
  Bitch Im the kid like what you talking about Willis?
  Fresh as new room service pillows with the mints in it
  Yeah! I guess the dollars make cents in it
  Pun intended, mouth nasty, need rinse in it, Euk!
  And thats not no incense
  When they whisper that my walk got a funky little stench in it 
  Bitch Im the shit, couldnt miss the smell
  Turn around, give a wave, Hi, Im Mr. Kells
  Never flush the toilet, open your nose please
  Haters from high school at my shows in the nose bleeds
  Hi, whats up with you fools?
  I dropped out and now I am the new school
  Of this rap shit
  Million dollar man with a thousand dollar budget
  Still my hand on my nuts like fuck it!
  Kells
  100 Words and Running, hoped you tied your laces tight
  Me, Im in my Chuck-Ts with a blunt up, please we blazing right
  Cause I couldnt imagine any other way to bring the year in, now light that shit up!
  And I couldnt even fathom any other way to bring a beat in that I like so get up!
  Fuck these hoes! Fuck these hoes! One more time like FUCK THESE HOES!
  Im rolling off these pebbles and Im stoned like these country roads
  Me, Im a city boy, its going down no Nitty boy
  And if its about money, shout my hitter Ill come get it boy
  No twitter boy, but Ill get at these rappers names and shit
  Fuck all they fame, they bitch just grabbed my Wii, no games and shit
  And now he mad, he angry shit
  I tell that fool to Pay me, bitch!
  But he dont understand cause he dont speak my lan-gu-age
  So uh! On to the next one, we up
  A pussys just a hole, and Im in the country club
  Got seventeen mo, and I hole-in-one them all
  Stroke the first time, no birdies, eagles or pars
  No major deal, we major still, fuck you thought it was?
  Dont need no major to tell me that I got a major buzz
  Im major money, tell these fools Kiss my major nuts
  They tell me watch my mouth, but I dont give a major FUCK!
  Im major pain and aint talking bout no Damon Wayans
  Look up in the sky! Its a bird
  Nah, thats just me high off that Mary Jane
  Yeah bitch, I said Mary Jane
  And if I could, I would marry Jane
  They be saying That white boy can spit!
  Im like cant he mane...?
  Shit and fresh, call me Mannie, mane
  Under the mistletoe, let her kiss my candy cane
  Im Danny Zuko with it, but I dont want no Sandy mane
  I want them greased the first night like a caddy mane
  Fuck what they, fuck what they sayin, Im on some dumb shit
  Wanna menage-a-trois, bring your friends, fuck that one bitch
  And rappers saying they dont feel Machine Guns shit
  Well I dont feel your music on some numb shit, Bitch!
  Yeah! They kiss my ass while I let the beat build
  Im flying G4 looking down, you on your feet still
  Shit, where they do that at my dude?
  So many haters like goddamn am I rude?
  You value menu motherfuckers!
  Couldnt afford the cheese on a burger
  So dont call my manager asking for verses
  Cause your payment for a line of me cursing
  Is enough for me to buy a car and throw some Ds on it
  Like I tossed Pamela Anderson shirt up 
  Dont know what I gotta do to get through
  So I slow it down and rap the rest in a screw 
  Yeah!
  Feeling draped out and dripped up
  So many bitches I need a pimp cup
  Stickys getting lit up
  Skirts need to lift up
  Haters not allowed and if they come they getting bit up
  Someone put the fence up while we get the trees lit
  Blow all of this grass til its only concrete shit
  Do not let your feet slip, all black Chucks on my feet
  Dip me down
  Tie my laces and now its back to the beat bitch!
  Said its back to the beat bitch
  Say its back to the beat bitch!
  Yeah! We take it back to the beat bitch!
  Thats how you let the beat build bitch!
  100 Words and Running