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conversations.value: Write me a song called Sriracha with the following description: “Sriracha” gets its name from a Thai hot sauce, which Tech apparently puts on everything. Metaphorically speaking, Tech puts fire on all of his tracks, which he showcases with his signature fast flows and aggressive lyricism.
  This song also potentially started beef between Joyner and Logic as seen in this interview:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  (Jesus)
  Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
  Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
  Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
  Yeah, yeah, hell
  [Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
  Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda
  With flows older than the first sold cold soda
  Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
  Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
  I am like Iron Mike, back in the day
  My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
  Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
  A taser in a jammy, tackled
  By a neighbor with the family shackles
  Laboring a man he's gaffled
  I get angry, I sip bombs (Chea!) on your rich lawn
  I was brought up Muslim and Christian
  I been studying Chrislam (Chea!)
  That's not a thing so I place this John
  In your chicks palm
  Give her something beautiful to kiss on
  'Til I spit one to her lip balm (Chea!)
  I've been rhyming since Reagan in politics
  Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit
  To the wall is split, then I gotta sick the casa, your god exists
  'Cause a lot of chicks holler "Mr. Chopper you're hot as shit"
  Ah! [Chorus: Tech N9ne]
  They say I'm the best at what I do
  After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
  Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'
  So I tell them all to put that on somethin'
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  [Verse 2: Logic]
  Yeah, I guess I'm supposed to come with that fast flow
  Woo! I guess I'm supposed to come with that gas flow
  But no, I'ma just spit it, I'ma get it good
  Wish you would tell me what I should do
  I don't know, hit the door
  Uh, yeah, feel like I been here before
  Maybe I have but I can't fuck with it
  Hit 'em with a semiautomatic, watch 'em duck with it
  Speaking on lyrical ability
  Everyone in my vicinity, blowing they mind like Kennedy
  I got no love for the enemy, somebody tell me the remedy
  I'm like what's good, been fine
  Tell me what's on your mind, rewind this shit
  My message is beyond this shit
  I put that on everything, I'm just being honest, shit
  So what's up, hold up
  Tech, I'm sorry for the hold-up but I been on the road
  Should have had this verse to your ass a long time ago
  When I put that on everything, I ain't had a minute to myself
  But I been living like I ain't finna see tomorrow
  I ain't focused on no wealth
  I been living good, I been feeling fine
  Pass the sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine
  Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind
  That's been confined to four walls for some time [Chorus: Tech N9ne]
  They say I'm the best at what I do
  After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
  Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'
  So I tell them all to put that on somethin'
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  [Verse 3: 
  Tech N9ne
   & Joyner Lucas, 
  both
  ]
  Sriracha, the flavor popper
  We gotcha, even haters jock us
  These choppers invade the knockers then 
  blocker
  Disintegrating every chakra, eager to off ya
  You can bet that we doin' it proper
  When I put the bullets in a fully with a hoodie
  Ain't nobody gon' stop us
  , nobody gon' top us
  We leave 'em with no option, and leave 'em with no conscience
  Even though I can achieve it no problem
  And even though I could've seen what they watchin'
  TV with a DVD, I can repeat what I see, these streets jockin'
  Easy, if it need be then I just eat beats
  Like I'm Eazy-E, Compton,
   
  I eat meat like I'm EBT shopping
  Credit Card max,
   bend the bars back
  Fuck your ho, get brain and all that
  Run in your house and bring your whore back
  Sever your face and dead the doormat
  Who got the keys to the rented Corvette?
  Can't catch me, I'm the man in all black
  I been on that shit since Katt been on crack
  Fuck that, I been nice way before that
  Can't ignore that, you can try though
  But you gon' end up next to Dido
  I'm that pen that wrote the Bible
  I'm on your skin like vitiligo
  Sing for the moment, I hit the high note
  Someone please let Elton John know
  Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho
  With a Catholic priest and the Pentecostal
  Why y'all niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, get a nigga in the back
  With an umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track
  None of you niggas can act so y'all niggas are packed
  Come and get it again, fuckin' a bitch in the whip
  Give me your moment to fall, I'm gonna fit in the car
  I can do better than yours, I can be ready to brawl
  I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard
  Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more
   
  (Joyner!) [Chorus: Tech N9ne]
  They say I'm the best at what I do
  After me it's 5, 4, 3, and 2
  Sometime I think they all gum bumpin'
  So I tell them all to put that on somethin'
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything
  Sriracha, I put that on everything