[Intro: Kwonder's voice slowed down]
Ha ha, Cold Fire, ha, b**h
[Verse One]
I put some wack rhymes in the garbage disposal
While I do a Michael Jackson like Rachel Dolezal
I make like a train and put myself on the train tracks
While I make like a rapper, and put myself on a lame track
Popping f**ing molly, while I'm popping f**ing bubble wrap
This is f**ing acid rap, this is my Chance to f**ing rap
While I'm taking a crap
It's so damn funny, like you know me and you talk to me
About the chirp and the 'bzzzzzz'
Wait, that doesn't f**ing rhyme, man
[Hook]
Eff off, please
Eff off, please
Eff off, please
Please, just eff off
Why? Because
[I Feel Good by James Brown]
Oh, I feel good, I knew that I would
[Verse Two]
Dollars, dollars, dollars
Why is this verse about dollars
Because money's important and we need a lot of 'em
The lottery's f**ing 900 mil'
But some people would rather steal
Would you like a mint for that k**er breath?
Yes, I'm talking to you, goofy a**
Slim Jesus, are you saying Jesus is fat?
I mean, Jesus is phat, but you a wack a**
You want a piece of this pizza for me, or a burn that's third-degree, [slowed down and reversed] because I only came to start a campfire, not a big fire
I guess I freeze up everything I touch
I know what I have, it's called the Midas Touch
[normal pitch]
But I might as well accept the fact I'm not as cool as you
Or rude as you, or cute as you, or handsome as you
But if you think you're cooler than me, then I'm hotter than you