Yeah, I own this beat!
You can call me the king or [bad word] 
felon on bass, gettin' hoarse on the mic,
we're gettin' 20 percent cooler!

We had a great day out,
callin' my name like Ferris Beuller,
it's time to wrap this up.
We're gettin' 20 percent cooler!

Seven colours in your hair,
Get your boots on dear, 'cause we're goin; out there.
Don't care 'bout the dress code, put it on, let's go,
girls go wild 'cause we're goin' al-fresco.

Hah! No need to perform,
hands on our bodies, gonna keep our skills warm,
we need social reform 'cause we're just so criminal,
linguist subliminal, damage is minimal.

Top percentile, largest faction,
massive attraction, girl-on-girl action,
Stop that! I'm gonna need a redaction,
Drop that! You already got your reaction!

Me? I'm gonna keep on smilin',
You? You're gonna need restylyn',
I got a quote back, from the jeweller,
you're gettin' 20 percent cooler!

You can call me the king or [bad word] 
felon on bass, gettin' hoarse on the mic,
we gettin' 20 percent cooler!

We had a great day out,
callin' my name like Ferris Beuller,
it's time to wrap this up.
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!

We gettin' 20 percent cooler!
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!
( From: [bad word] /www.elyrics.net )
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!

(Ssshhh), reduce that treble,
that's an 8 or a 9, I think they're on my level,
like a rebel in a bunker gettin' shelled with a mortar,
bump up and down 'cause I think you oughta'.

Place your hand on my thigh,
don't be coy, I can hear you sigh,
Grinding your hips, I'll be flashing my pink,
and in ten seconds flat, you'll be back with a drink!
(Whooooo!)

Bring out the Bacardi!
Twilight Sparkle, up in the party!
Tap that! Like a phone in the cold war.
Room on the third floor, knockin' on my front door.

Me? I'm kind of a Rarity.
You? Work that dexterity!
Lean back now, here's what I meant.
Gettin' cooler by 20 percent!

You can call me the king or [bad word] 
felon on bass, gettin' hoarse on the mic,
we gettin' 20 percent cooler!

We had a great day out,
callin' my name like Ferris Beuller,
it's time to wrap this up.
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!

We gettin' 20 percent cooler!
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!
We gettin' 20 percent cooler!

You can call me the king or [bad word] 
felon on bass, gettin' hoarse on the mic,
we're gettin' 20 percent cooler!

it's time to wrap this up.
We're gettin' 20 percent cooler!