Angry Shiraj Curry Crave

[Intro] [Verse 1] Steamin’ pots and clangin’ pans, the kitchen’s in a rage, Shiraj’s fists are clenched so tight, he’s turnin’ every page, Searchin’ for that golden spice, the heat he can’t ignore, A curry storm is brewin’ fast, he’s slammin’ every door! [Chorus] Angry Shiraj likes curry, flames dancin’ in his eyes, Simmerin’ wrath in a turmeric bath, shoutin’ at the skies, “Pass the cumin, crank the heat—this rage won’t simmer down!” A spicy rebellion in a steamin’ bowl, he’s stormin’ through the town! [Verse 2] Cardamom bombs and chili sparks, the air’s a fiery haze, He stirs the pot like thunder rolls, lost in a masala maze, “Too bland!” he roars, the lentils quake, the rice begins to flee, A one-man r**t in apron white, chef of anarchy! [Bridge] Saffron streaks his sweaty brow, garlic cloves take flight, The naan bread ducks, the yogurt trembles—it’s a flavor f***t, But deep beneath that furious frown, a grin starts to unfold, One taste of triumph in his dish, the storm’s turned into gold. [Chorus] Angry Shiraj loves curry, a tempest in his spoon, From bitter grinds to sweet lime finds, he’ll conquer every noon, “Pass the cumin, crank the heat—this rage won’t simmer down!” A spicy rebellion in a steamin’ bowl, he’s stormin’ through the town! [Outro]