Twenty Percent Cooler

[Hook:] Yeah I own this beat You can call me the king or the ruler 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 [Verse 1:] 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, damage is 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 [Hook] [Verse 2:] 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 [Hook x2]