CHORUS:

It's red it’s blue, it’s sunk its teeth in you /
The time’s tickin if you only knew /
But I know it’s true and so I take a few /
To bring the music back /
And give the rest to you /
So pump out the treble, pump out the bass /
Stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste /
Put on my cd and your poker face /
Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste /

So many colors and flavors tell me how do I savor the favor /
Of giving all my cool aid to you /
I’m marinating with you /
Conversating with you /
I never met ya but I bet it’s probably harder than you /
Forget I’m smarter than you /
Quick to elevate to higher ground /
Loving what I’m living yo it doesn’t matter anyhow /
And anyway, any day, anybody wanna say /
Yo we never move, gladly step aside let ya play /
And you finish laughing thinking they winners /
I stand stout like a glass of guinness /
Quickly diminish any fucking mc /
Who wants to battle with me /
From cool aid to high sea dog, we rockin it g /
Numerous hues, orange, yellows, purples, and blues /
I’m flavalistically calling my shit /
Tasteful abuse /
Time for your juice, better let loose /
Before you get sprayed /
And fill the holes in your body with shots of cool aid /
Open wide for me /

CHORUS /

It's orange and yellow, hard but can be mellow /
Look it in the eye step back and say hello /
Listen to me bellow like a bass or a cello /
Maybe an alcoholic but a fine fresh fellow /
So drop out the treble pump out the bass /
Stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste /
Put on my cd and your poker face /
Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste /

It’s pink it’s green /
Nice but can be mean /
Sip it down slow disrupt the whole scene /
I might be a fiend but so fresh and so clean /
Outkasted blasted to the outer ring /

So drop out thetreble, pump out the bass /
Stick out your fat ass and tongue take a taste /
Put on my cd and your poker face /
Your cool aid is a terrible thing to waste /

CHORUS /