Ho!
A-yeah (a-yessir), haha (a-yessir), call it like it is
You're crazed, I don't know, man (uh)
Man, man (yeah), man (uh)
Ahah (uh), man, man (man), man (uh)
You sure that you'll be fine, fine, fine, fine?
Fine (you know?), fine, fine, fine (uh)

You think your food's plain (plain)? That's kinda rude, mate (mate)
I cook for you and me, you don't, a huge pain
Other hand, I'm glad because what you do's crazed
And I know what you'll say: "What's wrong with a few sprays?
Fav'rite sauce makin' ev'ry damn dish tastin'
Like a super cool dish, tad ironic, you ge-"
Yes, I get it, bro, you always throw that joke
In my face when I groan ev'ry time you're puttin' on
One squeeze, no, never one squeeze
It's always one, three then fourteen and each one's chunky
No real small spots, your meal's all mushy (ssshhh)
Because it's become three-quarters sauce, geez
It just looks ugly, straight up disgusts me
It's smothered all over, my composure used to work
But my face is gonna break if you keep cakin' what I've served
Got my fav'rite brand of flavour but I break it up, ya heard?

The same damn flavour, brah (oh!), hey, sriracha
You're always eatin' that sriracha
Never get sick of it, though when I have to watch ya
I get a bit queasy, man, wanna stop ya
Have somethin' else, not (oh!) just sriracha
Got lots of options here, it ain't a bother
Your habit can't be fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine)
Fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine) (I'm kinda worried)

And I'd be fine now (now), just twitchy eyes found (found)
If you knew what restraint was, ain't your style now
Not just how much gunk you always love to pipe down
It's the simple fact that it ain't just meat and rice now
Food of all types (types) demandin' more spice
Drenchin' the whole damn food pyramid, it's not right
It's gettin' silly, got hot sauce on your breakfast
Thought that was just a ref'rence to that dwarf with the redness
Nope, you're dobbin' globs right upon your Weetbix
Just a second, need to barf, I'm shocked you eat this
Your burger that's for lunch, whatever, add the zest-ness
All these terms that are barely words, they've verged on sickness (whoo!)
That much hot sauce can't be good for you, stop it
Pure murder on the bowels, mess with the linin' of stomachs
You wonder why I eat in my room? Geez
Dude, you coat fudge with it, that's just all kinds of gross, you see

Mishmash of flavours, brah (oh!), add sriracha
To foods that shouldn't have sriracha
Apples to liquorice, Snickers to friggin' lobster
More than a pinch or a dollop, I've watched ya
Makin' me feel sick (oh!), damn sriracha
For both our health, I fear, I wanna stop ya
It really can't be fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine) (uh)
Fine (fine), fine (fine) (yeah), fine (fine), fine (fine) (yeah, I'm super worried)

I'll eat what I want (want), that's when your eyes pop (pop)
You always go off at me, mouth full of spice slop (slop)
It always starts "How dare!" (dare) and then 'bout five coughs (coughs)
Which makes me worry, bro (bro), lungs must be quite hot (hot)
Yellin' I should put up with how you pep food up
Pull my own shit, you've made a log I can look up (whoo!)
I'm never easy in the drive-thru, hate to meet me
Always freak out when it's cheesy and such other things, that's cheeky
Tastes are limited, true, you may
Have a small point but it's been blown wide far too huge, mate
I've got my diff'rent tastes just like your diff'rent tastes
But when mine's misconstrued, I don't get enraged
Also my orders aren't expensive, it's true
Blown our budget on all your pepper-rich goo
Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo, goo
Goo, goo, goo, goo, goo

Order a friggin' ton (oh!) of sriracha
Get mad when they have no sriracha
Always insistin' it's perfect, a won'drous flavour
"Get your sauce list fixed, chop-chop, it's a favour"
Sick of your bullshit (oh!) and sriracha
Drown you in it, no fear that any copper
Would smell foul play, it's fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine)
Fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine), fine (fine) (kinda expect it)

Yessir
Get a grip, you freak