AudioFaction - I Cook Yew Flied Lice (Feat. Sexy K Beastie Girls)

Verse 1:
In a kitchen quaint and small, where the bamboo whispers low,
Lived an Chinaman with a dream, to cook rice with a golden glow.
But alas, his tongue betrayed him, in the art of kitchen lore,
Every time he tried to speak, it came out as quite a mumbling roar.Show more

Chorus:
Stir the wok, heat up high, watch the grains begin to dance,
But the words got tangled up, in a linguistic trance.
Fried lice, chickee, beef broclurry, oh the plight, of an Asian with a tongue of lisp alrite,
Still, he danced around the stove, under the moon's soft light.

Verse 2:
With a flick of wrist and spatula, he tossed the rice up high,
But the words got twisted, like a dragon in the sky.
Chicken turned to chickpea, and the rice became a mess, the broclurry was on the floor, the cooking show was turning into a horror
Yet he persevered with spirit, in his culinary quest.

Chorus:
Stir the wok, heat up high, watch the grains begin to dance,
But the words got tangled up, in a linguistic trance.
Fried lice, chickee, beef broclurry, oh the plight, of an Asian with a tongue of lisp alrite,
Still, he danced around the stove, under the moon's soft light.

Verse 3:
Through the trials and burnt pans, he learned to laugh and smile,
For in the kitchen's dance, joy could be found in every trial.
And though his fried rice never quite reached perfection's peak,
His heart was full, his spirit bright