Wild boy [original solo version]

[Intro] Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os [Chorus] Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O I’m a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy I’m 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 I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth (Kells), I need Os [Verse 1] I'm a Eastside Cleveland wild boy, Eastside Cleveland wild boy We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like Cowboys (Blah) You a "white-flag, throw-that-towel" boy, I'm a "jump-right-in-that-crowd" boy (Ah) You a "shh, keep-it-down" boy, and I'm 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 I’m in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel (Go) Bring it back into the States, put it on a scale (Go) Measure it at half a eighth, put it in a shell (Go) Split it, then I roll it, then light it up like it’s Independence Day I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air Snapback with my city on it (Yeah), text back with your titties on it (Yeah) Levi's, put your kitty on it (Yeah), start grindin’ like the Clipse is on it (Woo) Drink it 'til I get pissy, biatch, smoke it 'til I get dizzy, biatch Lose control like Missy, but I'm a Bad Boy ’cause I'm with Diddy, bitch! (Oh, oh) [Pre-Chorus] There he go, that's John Doe (Oh, oh) There he go, that's John Doe (Oh, oh) Yeah, there he go, that's John Doe Nevermind, that's just Kells with that heat Fuck LeBron, though [Chorus] Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy I'm 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 I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os [Verse 2] What I need a shirt for, what I need a shirt for Tatted up from my head to toe, what I need to work for Chuck T, that's my swag, spilled drink, that's my bad I am a skinny boy so my pants they don't sag Watch me pull my nuts out, and watch these hoes run for it Watch her give me college brain, watch me go dumb for it Dumb for it, I'm talking Forrest Gump for it And if her man comes home, I'm run for it My girls are tens like they're in the fifth, get it they're tens like they're in the fifth Bottles by tens, we down in the fifth, and we get a checks like it is a fifth EST with me man that is my clique, the B before that cause we are the best EST over everything and that is including the tattoo right over my chest [Bridge] Yeah, Cobain's back, yeah, Cobain's back Got these crazy white boys yellin', "Cobain's back" I call my weed Nirvana, smells like Teen Spirit And my pack's so fuckin' loud you can't hear it (What?) Ah [Chorus] Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy I'm 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 I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os