Bombardier Beetle — 100 Degrees

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Two cold chemicals, one hot fuse
a little iron room where I light the wick
you reach for something easy, you're gonna lose
'cause I cook it in a chamber and I fire it quick

[Chorus]
A hundred degrees
five hundred a second
aim it at your face —
lesson learned, lesson reckoned

[Verse 2]
I'm small, I'm slow, I look like lunch
but I'm a cannon in a beetle's shell
pop-pop-pop, that boiling punch
catch these hands and the gates of hell

[Bridge]
(pop pop pop pop)
hydroquinone, peroxide, heat —
the chemistry of don't-you-dare
I'm the smallest thing you'll never beat
turning around to spray the air

[Chorus]
A hundred degrees
five hundred a second
aim it at your face —
lesson learned, lesson reckoned