[RD: Uhh, I'm gonna say the F-word in this one.]
[FS: Don't do it, Rainbow! Think of the advertisers!]
[RD: What advertisers?]

Saturday night and I'm crying like a motherfucker
'Sposed to be spring, what a sweet thing
I'm a fly machine, or if you speak qing,
I am frying in heat like it's the fuckin' summer
Like a fuckin' onion sitting in the oil tank,
Just too fire--is it just too dank?
Is this room so hot 'cause of insulation?
Can't afford food  'cause of inf-lation?

Well, you won't need groceries for this recipe
Just bad words, gross things, and a little heat, 
'Cause this fire's localized entirely, 
In the place that's it's got the right to be
within this kitchen, I got an itch and
I'm mixin' a pitch 'cause I nixed all the bitches
I got no contrition, I'm making' my bits and
I'm spittin' like sizzlin' oil, 'cause this rap is gettin' broiled

I'm a motherfuckin' rap pone, rap pone
Cookin' home meals like it's back home, back home
Bringin' it back to when you get your ass pwned,
Now follow the science so your bitch gets a gnat cone

[RD: I'm not kidding, it's way too fucking hot in here. Can we get an AC going or something?]

Uhh, how the fuck I gonna get a job?
I don't wanna be a slob, but my resume 
just says that I go fast,
Yeah I own that, and I'm gonna just state that I'm unvaxxed
Fired me from the Wonderbolts 'cause I wouldn't get the jab,
(What a fuckin' drag, what a bunch of fags),
Now I'm firing heat, I ain't gonna halt, so you better hold your pants
(Try to keep it in, you're on NoFap)

Hold up,
(RED SUS RED SUS)
What the fuck are the neighbors doing?
Why the fuck they screaming like it's Super Bowl, it's not-
(WRYYYYY JOHN CENA)
[FS: Rainbow, it is the Super Bowl.]
[RD: …Oh. They still have those?]

Gonna be frank, but not the filthy kind, 
guess what you can thank for all of these lines, 
it's too fuckin' hot for me to just recline, 
Too fuckin' loud, it's a sign of the times
'Cause it's much more easy to write rap,
If I pretend that I'm only tryin' to write crap,
Yeah, I got all these things that are makin' me mad,
'least I've got the time to make the beat fat

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap pone, rap pone
Now if you're scared then stay your ass home, ass home
Last two years, got your mask on, mask on
LGBTs, I'm not your mascot, mascot

[RD: I think my muse is the one smoking crack.]

I say fuck and shit, that's some fuckin' shit,
(It's a fuck shit stack, yeah, a fuck shit stack,)
I'm a one trick hat or a fuckin' hack
Yeah, try to make it sound like I'm smokin' crack,
Just wanted to make some funkin' music,
Wanted to make up somethin' new, sick
It's hard enough just to work through it,
Fuck the craft, write the lines, just do it

Develop the stack like an underpaid intern,
Handle that pan, and the heat will get your skin burned,
Got it down pat, get that batter flat, 
Flappin' these jacks with an jam filled aftermath
So this is the way that I'm gonna stay
Making pancakes, cookin' every day
As I waste away, got that ribot lait
I am not okay, and I don't have much to say.
Yeah.