Pink Guy - Fried Rice lyrics

Fried rice, fri-fri-fried rice b**h, you wanna play your cards with God and roll the dice b**h, weeding out the weak with agriculture educational, got me eating seeds and i aint talking bout felatio, i'm crazy yo, got that technique stir fry chopstick asian flow, i aint about the oven or the microwave grills but i know a little bit about the culinary sk**s 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 s** my dick this sh** tastes like vagina man now i aint no gordon ramsey but i make the best damn rice you pansies a b**h like me came from japan see coin slot eyes gonna drop the panties so if you want a piece of this get in line you piece of sh** they just keep coming back for more you'd think jehova'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 huh have some of my grain and i aint talking about the f**ing headaches you get on the morning after fridays i throw this rice like bridesmaids STIR, FRY X 8 CHIN CHIN X 8