Let The Beat Build Video (MV)

Kells okay
100 words and Running whaddup!

Uh straight out the fridge with it
Cool as polar bear paw prints in it
Bitch I'm 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 that's not no incense
When they whisper that my walk got
A funky little stench in it (Damn)
Bitch I'm the shit, couldn't miss the smell
Turn around, give a wave, "Hi, I'm Mr kells"
Never flush the toilet, open your nose please
Haters from high school at my
Shows in the nose bleeds
"Hi, what's 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 f*ck it! Kells
100 Words and Running
Hoped you tied your laces tight
Me, I'm in my Chuck T's with a blunt up
Please we blazing right
Cause I couldn't imagine any other way
To bring the year in
Now light that shit up!
And I couldn't even fathom any
Other way to bring
A beat in that I like so get up!
F*ck these hoes! F*ck these hoes! One
More time like "FUCK THESE HOES!"
I'm rolling off these pebbles and I'm
Stoned like these country roads
Me, I'm a city boy, it's
Going down, no Nitti, boy
And if it's about money
Shout my hitter I'll come get it boy
No twitter boy
But I'll get at these rappers names and shit
F*ck 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 don't understand cause he
Don't speak my lan-gu-age
So uh! On to the next one, we up
A pussy's just a hole
And I'm 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
F*ck you thought it was?
Don't need no major to tell me
That I got a major buzz i'm major money
Tell these fools "Kiss my major nuts"
They tell me watch my mouth
But I don't give a major FUCK!
I'm major pain and ain't talking
Bout no Damon Wayans
Look up in the sky! It's a bird
Nah, that's 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!"
I'm like can't he mane?
Shit and fresh, call me "Mannie", mane
Under the mistletoe
Let her kiss my candy cane
I'm Danny Zuko with it
But I don't want no Sandy mane
I want them greased the first
Night like a caddy mane
F*ck what they f*ck what they sayin'
I'm on some dumb shit
Wanna menage-a-trois, bring your friends
F*ck that one bitch
And rappers saying they don't
Feel Machine Gun's shit
Well I don't feel your music
On some numb shit, bitch!
Yeah! They kiss my ass while
I let the beat build
I'm 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 motherf*ckers!
Couldn't afford the cheese on a burger
So don't 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 D's on it
Like I tossed Pamela Anderson shirt up
(Oh My God)
Don't know what I gotta do to get through
So I slow it down and rap the rest in a screw
(Will that do it?) yeah!
Feeling draped out and dripped up
So many bitches I need a pimp cup
Sticky's 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
It's only concrete shit
Do not let your feet slip
All black Chucks on my feet dip me down
Tie my laces and now it's
Back to the beat bitch!
Said it's back to the beat bitch
Say it's back to the beat bitch!
Yeah! We take it back to the beat bitch!
That's how you let the beat build bitch!
100 Words and Running