Lyrics:

I work at home in my parent's basement
I don't troll, I make statements
I'm not a cliché sittin' in my PJ's
Double cupping at lunch on a Tuesday
I'm like Drake, see? So don't hate me
I get vexed if you don't appreciate me
Real talk, I'll put the world to rights
So when I'm a big boy, I'm gonna write for Vice
It's not for me? It must be wrong
I could ignore it and move on
But I'm a Broadband Champion
A U-R-L Badman
And if you're tryna call it art
I'll have to take it all apart
I got a high-brow game plan
A U-R-L Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D-M-A-N with no empathy
I got a high-brow game plan
A U-R-L Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D-M-A-N and you're dead to me
'Cause I'm a Broadband Champion
A U-R-L Badman
Spectacles with no prescription
Short-shorts with conviction
Supreme, Palace, APC
Sizzurp in a chalice, yeah, that's so me
I'm a London white boy repping ATL
Keyboard Warrior that can't spell
I don't like you, I think you're worthless
I wrote a long piece about it up on my WordPress
It's not for me? It must be wrong
I could ignore it and move on
But I'm a Broadband Champion
A U-R-L Badman
And if you're tryna call it art
I'll have to take it all apart
I got a high-brow game plan
A U-R-L Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D-M-A-N with no empathy
I got a high-brow game plan
A U-R-L Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D-M-A-N and you're dead to me
'Cause I'm a Broadband Champion
A U-R-L Badman
I like Jordans, Jay Rich, DJ Scream shit
Complex, Pitchfork, Winnie The Pooh shit
I'm a space ghost perpetrator
A bottom half of Idolator
Check for Tyler the Creator
A blogospheric vindicator
A$AP, Kanye, XX remix
Mike Jones, Paul Wall, I need a Kleenex
I don't like girls much, they kinda silly
Unless, of course, they wanna play with my willy

I'm a U-R-L B-A-D-M-A-N with no empathy
I got a high-brow game plan
A U-R-L Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D-M-A-N and you're dead to me
'Cause I'm a Broadband Champion
A U-R-L Badman
I got a high-brow game plan
A U-R-L Badman