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