Secret Weapon #3: Scoville Nightmare

[Verse 1] Got grounded again, I can’t leave the den, They don't want me to cause trouble again I’m schemin’ in secret, got projects galore, Foxfire, frostfire, and three weapons or more. Crackin’ X-One, like a code I can’t break, While scholars drink tea and call it a day. But I got a box from my pocket divine, Blue peppers inside that could melt your spine! [Pre-Chorus] They whisper my name, “Come taste the flame,” I know it’s dumb but I play the game. I’ve got forty lives, what’s one to lose? Science demands I light the fuse! [Chorus] Scoville Nightmare! Burnin’ through my soul! Ten million times diluted but still outta control! Sweatin’ and freezin’, I’m losin’ my hair— Oh baby, I’m dancin’ with a Scoville Nightmare! Scoville Nightmare! I’m breathin’ despair! My clones are coughin’ and combustin’ midair! Oh I swear, it’s just for science— But my stomach’s signed a deathly alliance! [Verse 2] I made five bubbles, five water bros, Five shadow copies with drippin’ nose. Sneezin’ and wheezin’, one fainted dead— I call that a Tuesday inside my shed. Heavy footsteps—yeah, I’m in trouble bad! “Are those blue paprikas?” Uh, yeah! (My bad.) Vines hit the walls like a jungle scene, Pinned to the floor—“Reflect and clean!” [Pre-Chorus] They don’t get it, I’m chasing the flame, It’s culinary chaos, not just insane! The oil’s alive, the house might blow— But flavor gods demand I go! [Chorus] Scoville Nightmare! My mouth’s on fire! I’m breathin’ brimstone and liquid desire! Oh-oh-oh, my organs cry— I’m too spicy to live, too dumb to die! Scoville Nightmare! My clones retire, Explodin’ in smoke like a bad campfire! This kitchen’s cursed, this oil’s divine, Oh baby, that burn’s a friend of mine! [Bridge] They say I’m reckless (they ain’t wrong), I call it a culinary love song. I’m sweatin’, I’m cryin’, my tails are fried, But science won’t wait—so neither will I! Oh, one drop for dinner, one drop for doom, One drop’ll fumigate the room. Sunflower oil, don’t fail me now— I’m buildin’ Armageddon in a sauté pan somehow! [Breakdown – spoken with echo fx] “What are you doing?” “Just a little cooking.” “You’re insane!” “For SCIENCE!” (beat drop) [Final Chorus] Scoville Nightmare! It’s meltin’ my mind! Frost magic on standby, salvation I’ll find! Oh-oh-oh, I’m spicy and scared— But nothing’s hotter than being unprepared! Scoville Nightmare! A flavor affair, So lethal it should come with a prayer! Burning bright in a kitchen of crime— Oh baby, I’ll survive this time! [Outro] Now the house is quiet, the lights are low, The peppers are frozen, the cost I know. Fifty silvers each for my deathly delight, But hey—it’s dinner tonight! Scoville Nightmare, kiss of the divine, You took my sanity… but you taste sublime.