It ain't spicy
These are the hottest jalapenos ever
It ain't spicy
That word is reserved for something else
I was expecting machinery
To open my taste buds, individually
And supplant taste with tnt
I was hoping for the hellraiser
To open Pandora's box in my mouth
And take me past the searing edge of flavor
With razorblades, to carve out a true masterpiece
With every little bite I eat

It ain't hot
These are the spiciest jalapenos ever
It ain't hot
That word is reserved for something else
Like any woman, wearing less than a conscience
Hot man
Is also reserved for anything I must buy now
This deal won't last
It could be a real barn burner
But hot man for a jalapeno man
Is just an admission of weakness