[Verse] Fried rice, fri-fri-fried rice bitch You wanna play your cards with God and roll the dice, bitch Weeding out the weak with agriculture education Oh, you got me eating seeds and I ain't talking bout fellatio I'm crazy, yo, got that technique stir fry chopstick asian flow I ain't about the oven or the microwave grills But I know a little bit about the culinary skills Required, if you wanna roll with the frying pan Gotta fry with the heart of a China man Anybody got another method in the pantry can suck my dick This shit tastes like vagina man Now I ain't no Gordon Ramsay, but I make the best damn rice you pansies A bitch like me came from Japan, see Coin slot eyes gonna drop the panties If you want a piece of this get in line, you piece of shit They just keep coming back for more you'd think Jehovah's Witnesses They call me the grain man, ancient ritual praying can Help cook rice on a spiritual level for those willing and able to be the king of the table, heh Have some of my grain and I ain't talking about the fucking headaches you get on the morning after Fridays I throw this rice like bridesmaids
[Outro] Stir fry, stir fry Stir fry, stir fry Stir fry (motherfucker), stir fry Stir fry, stir fry Chin Chin, Chin Chin Chin Chin, Chin Chin Chin Chin, Chin ChinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
