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JALAPENO HEAT (AIU Jalapeno Challenge)

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[Intro] jalapeño… ja-ja-jalapeño… [Verse 1] Step in the club, I’m a walking inferno, Liner on point, but my heart’s sub-zero. Haters in the back tryna drink milk? Whack. ’Til the kick drum hits like a heart attack. Bassline flex with a jalapeño glow, Hands to the roof when the tempo grows. Say you got heat? That’s cute, lil’ bro I’m ghost-pepper hot with a lethal flow. [Pre-Chorus] Turn it up, let the sweat drip down, We ignite every square foot of this ground. If you’re scared of the spice, better move real slow, ’Cause we’re one beat out from a meltdown: go! [Chorus] Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, Spicy moves on the dance floor, fuego vibes, let the bass go! Hands up high when the kick drum slams, Whole room shaking when the drop expands. HOW HOT CAN YOU HANDLE IT HOW HOT CAN YOU HANDLE IT [Verse 2] Sweat on my neck, ghost pepper in my veins, Every four-bar hit reprograms your brain. Carolina reaper in the way I talk, Turn a plain old night to a hellfire walk. Faces going red from the Scoville hit, Sweat-soaked shirts, yeah they drip, they slip. Chugging all the water like it cancels the burn, But the more they sip, yeah the more they learn. [Pre-Chorus] Turn it up, let the sweat drip down, We ignite every square foot of this ground. If you’re scared of the spice, better move real slow, ’Cause we’re one beat out from a meltdown: go! [Chorus] Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, Spicy moves on the dance floor, fuego vibes, let the bass go! Bass hits twice, then it stops on a dime, Whole club screaming when it slams on time. MILK WON’T SAVE YOU! HOW HOT CAN YOU HANDLE IT [Bridge] Slow burn climbing up the Scoville scale, Every kick-hit writes a hot-verse tale. One more hit, we can break this night When it kicks back in, better hold on tight. [Final Chorus] Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, Spicy moves on the dance floor, fuego vibes, let the bass go! If you can’t take spice better leave this floor, ’Cause we’re turning this crowd to a wild uproar. HOW HOT CAN YOU HANDLE IT