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I am a slave under the clan of spicy food

My name is Mutanga and I cook all day long

I cook for my familty, I cook for my enemies

But whatever I cook

There's always one thing wrong

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My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's

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You cannot use enough

Our country is covered with garlic clouds

Garlic gives us strength and a reason to live

Achmed Abdul ride the Arabian bull

Garlic in my mouth the scent is in your nose

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All relatives live in the same house

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Eat garlic and be cool

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My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's

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You cannot use enough