The Fridge

First of all you better wrap your leftovers
The door was left open the room gets colder
Forget the toaster I’m the illest in the kitchen
Knocked out the former grill put the sink into submission
You should listen mister got a real chill bargon
Those opposed wind up on a milk carton
Still starving, chasing pebbles like some pac-man
Your girl is getting seconds got her hand up in my snack bin
And I’m relaxing, the coolest of the coolest
I keep it fresh any less you flush into the sewers
Make maneuvers Imma make sure your foods gonna last
I’m the fridge baby I survived a nuclear blast!