[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]