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 educational
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
So 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
Huh
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
STIR, FRY X 8
CHIN CHIN X 8
Writer(s): George Miller
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