This track is a parody. Original: Maximus Beef Wellington — Hot Pot of Rage

While a pot of hot porridge flew straight at my head,

My whole damn life flashed by, my courage — dead.

I said, “Sweetie, your oppa’s got a minus IQ,”

Next thing I knew — a blazing pot hit my brow.

Her shrine of posters rose from pop-culture tombs,

Stretching icy hands to drag me to its rooms.

Now I’m dodging lightning bolts of fury ‘cross the room,

Like Naruto, flying jutsu — fury’s deadly bloom.

She screams, “Stream his fancam, bow to his face!”

I beg for mercy — she’s swingin’ a vase.

Bias rage cooking like a bomb under the bridge,

Welcome, my friends, to this Hot Pot of Cringe.

Oh baby, chill your stand war rage,

One dumb joke, and you unleash the cage.

You swear he’s pure, your perfect prince,

But all I see — a boyband rinse.

Hot Pot of Cringe, boilin’, corner’s heat climbs high,

Dodgin’ forks like missiles fly.

Next time I’ll keep my damn mouth shut —

Or maybe not, I love this nut!

There’s porridge on the ceiling, the cat’s wearin’ merch,

I’m packin’ my shit, but where do I lurch?

For one bias word, your soul’s sent straight to hell,

This Hot Pot of Cringe won’t ever go cold.

Oh baby, chill your stand war rage,

One dumb joke, and you unleash the cage.

You swear he’s pure, your perfect prince,

But all I see — a boyband rinse.

Hot Pot of Cringe, boilin’, corner’s heat climbs high,

Dodgin’ forks like missiles fly.

Next time I’ll zip my lips — unhinged,

‘Cause we’re all stuck deep in this Hot Pot of Cringe.

Yeah, next time maybe I’ll just binge —

Till we all drown in this Hot Pot of Cringe.