Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or [bad word] Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

Yo it's Lulz, with the rhymes and flow
Yeah, breaking the doors down
Clearing the floors now
No Phone, just the flyin' pone
Mikin' the mic, going solo,-dash through the sky and Rainboom
I'm in the zone
Mackin' on the mares
Drawing all the hatin' stares from stallions
Hah, keep makin your excuses losers

Whiplash, manes sway side to side, back to back
Sack to valley, docking rapidly
Missing out? Yo, don't get mad at me
I'm causin' casualties casually annually
Actually, If I were the dean of the university,
Straight up I'd be freakin' the faculty
Rocking the girls, swag, ice and moolah, brah

7 colors in your hair
Get your boots on dear 'cause we're going out there
Don't care bout the dress code
Put it on, let's go
Girls go wild 'cause we're going "al fresco"
Ha!
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, damages minimal

Top percentile, largest fraction
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 smiling
You? You're gonna need restyling
I got the quote back
From the jeweler
You're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4

You can call me the king or [bad word] Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

Wrap her up, wrap her up
Penetrate and tangle her
Wrangle her, strangle her, tentacle action
You're probably thinking
"Lulz, you're kinky"
I'm just so spiked by Berry Punch 
She gets me hot, It's like I'm Entei
Slug gets it flamin'
Time to pull it back before we get X-rated
Baby, I like to call it filly makin fools, we're getting
twenty percent cooler

Shhhhhhhh
Reduce that treble
There's an 8 or 9 who think they're on my level
Like a rebel in a bunker getting shelled with a mortar
Bump up and down cause I think you ought'a 
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

Wooo!
Bring out the Bacardi
Twilight, Sparkle, up in the party
Tap that, like a phone in the cold war
Room on the third floor, knocking at my front door
Me? I'm kind of a rarity
You? Work that dexterity
Lean back now, here's what I meant
Getting cooler by 20 percent

You can call me the king or [bad word] Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x2

You can call me the king or [bad word] We're getting 20 percent cooler
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler