Sriracha Spring

[Verse] Sriracha sauce too spicy My stomach's in a crisis Clams on my plate so pretty Now my bathroom is not so nicey [Verse 2] Pressure builds too quickly Gotta run so swiftly Clams and spice combine terrifically Now the walls look sickly [Chorus] Oh no I can't control This explosive diarrhea roll Splatters up and down the wall Sriracha's taken its toll [Verse 3] Bathroom time intense No time to feel tense Clams and sauce essence Make this mess immense [Bridge] Clams were so deceiving Now my stomach's grieving Sriracha's fire seething In my gut it’s breathing [Verse 4] I regret that spicy plunge Clams make my stomach lunge Splatters paint the room A painful messy tune