text: Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Kells, Im a east side Cleveland wild boy, east side Cleveland wild boy
  We got baseball bats like the Indians, and my team pop off like Cowboys
  You a white-flag, throw-that-towel boy, Im a jump-right-in-that-crowd boy
  You a shhh, keep-it-down boy, and Im a fuck-you, blow-that-loud boy
  All I know is how to kill every one of my cells
  All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
  I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
  But Im in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel
  Bring it back into the States, put it on a scale
  Measure it at half a eighth, put it in a shell
  Split it then I roll it, then light it up like its Independence Day
  I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
  Snapback with my city on it, text back with your titties on it
  Levis, put your kitty on it, start grindin like the Clipse is on it
  Drink it til I get pissy, biatch, smoke it til I get dizzy, biatch
  Lose control like Missy, but Im a Bad Boy cause Im with Diddy, bitch!
  There he go, thats John Doe 
  There he go, thats John Doe 
  Yeah, there he go, thats John Doe
  Nevermind, thats just Kells with that heat
  No LeBron though
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Bricksquad! Uh oh, here come that bullshit
  Beat a nigga ass til the DJ stop the music
  They say they want that wild shit, mosh pit
  Jump up in the crowd, bitch, Im so mothafuckin violent
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, Im with Steve-O
  We bustin bottles with bad bitches, blowin weed smoke
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, Im with Steve-O
  Royal Rumble in the club, John Ce-No
  Im screamin Riverdale everywhere I go
  I throw them bands ho, drop it low
  Fuck 5-0, I make my own rules
  Suck my dragon balls, bitch, call me Goku
   This liquor got the best of me
   This liquor got the best of me
  Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka, thats the recipe
  You gon need King Kong if you step to me
  Yeah, Cobains back, yeah, Cobains back
  Got these crazy white boys yellin Cobains back
  I call my weed Nirvana, smells like Teen Spirit
  And my packs so fuckin loud you cant hear it!
  Ah!
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy
  Im a wild boy, Im a, Im a wild boy