Pad Thai

Let me get that pad Thai, Cause I’m a spicy guy, Let me get that pad Thai, Cause I’m a spicy guy, Let me get that lucky number 7, Bouta send my intestines to heaven, Only extra spicy for Evan, Yes curry and jalepno Heart burn or attack, Don’t know call 911 like you’re in Reno, So spicy yes yum, Like Jamaican rum, From me my tongue want to run, Such a masochist, To bland food I’m a fascist, My tongue stay lit like matches, Thai food has my stomach in latches, I need to milk from Miejer, To put out this fire, Was truly hot they ain’t liars, They were selling I’m a buyer, Not let get off topic, Let me drop bars so colossus, They been grown in the dark like some forest variety mosses, I dress to impress as if I’m Kanye West Best Friend, These bar I lend as reality I bend Check it I do I proper I spit so much its slobber, Do it my way like a whooper, More shocking than the shocker Aha, I’m a head rocker, Lit as Mr Crocker, I parody rockers, Unifying genre. Damn, My rhyme are so cold I can’t shake it off nope nope, Clean beats up like soap, My rhyme run deeper than a moat, Just to go up in smoke, Like my name is Chong or something, I’m looking entertainment grab a bong or something, Give me some new beats so I can make song or something, I hit the ground running, For the future I am gunning, Wasn’t this song about Thai food something, Spicy