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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 More garlic My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's More garlic 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 More garlic All relatives live in the same house More garlic Eat garlic and be cool More garlic My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's More garlic You cannot use enough