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