One Up

[Intro: Seth Sentry] Yeah Super Cool [Verse 1: Seth Sentry] Yeah I went bald before I had the chance to be a silver fox I don't care enough to go to Turkey But I'm still pissed off They forgot the dipping sauce inside my fucking Zinger Box Nuke the whole entire site from orbit I don't give a fuck Villain plot, played too many games instead of building blocks That's why I've had a million jobs I keep tryna kill the boss I just wanna do tequila shots And smoke a field of pot Then go and beat up all my fucking neighbours while their children watch Every rapper's on thе wrong side of the dope dеal Candy in your nose, Bubble O' Bill I ain't got no chill, million on the Scoville Stone grill, hot enough to melt the whole snow field Jesus, hold the wheel for me 'fore you get us both killed Bro so middle of the road that you're road kill Of course, I'm tightly wound Bitch, quiet down My entire dick is tied around a fire hose reel Do not wrestle with Doc. Jekyll The prospect will have you waking in a tub of Dettol in a hospital Or not at all, shots travelled from odd angles Send you back your own hot metal like it's pot kettle You're under-levelled for the boss battle Every day, I'm at your neck like a 5-o'clock shadow So shut up or get done up Get punched from the jump Got 'em running out the block like a one up [Chorus: Seth Sentry] Oh, you think you're bad? Well, you sure ain't fucking good I don't need the gas When it's fire, let him cook I don't spill the tea, I just throw it in your face When it's hot, get a taste Then I pour another pot [Verse 2: Wombat] Yeah I can read it on your face that you ain't talking facts Think you're Michael Jackson moving forward You should walk it back Step in the booth, my aura shake the room And the floors collapse The walls retract, I levitate in orbit I ain't falling flat Give a fuck on what they think, they couldn't tell me shit Focus on myself, the definition of a selfish prick I was rapping grimey way before all this Griselda shit This Castlevania, the legend of Zelda and Elden Ring It's me, Complete, Seth Sentry You know the record dope I'm stepping so correct, even an epileptic froze That's why I don't reply if any of 'em send I just wanna be left alone You don't get the message? Yeah, I set the tone Different caliber, my shit Excalibur Cemented and it's set in stone Fuck a legacy, I'd rather let it go Voices in my head, another schizophrenic episode My bros connect dots on blocks But they ain't playing with Lego though Back to just being happy rapping, again I go Saying you're the best but no, don't even pretend to, bro Forget the throne, I'll slit your throat They're sacrificial lambs And I'm the Shepherd, keep 'em in check With a pen and I'll behead a goat [Chorus: Seth Sentry] Oh, you think you're bad? Well, you sure ain't fucking good I don't need the gas When it's fire, let him cook I don't spill the tea, I just throw it in your face When it's hot, get a taste Then I pour another pot [Verse 3: Complete] You're just another fable that a label dropped Your mama probably let your cradle rock off of a table top Bless the mic and I'ma pray you'll stop You should get a stable job And make a pot of coffee at a bagel shop This ain't a song, it's a fatal pop Brains will rot from it It will make the opps vomit like a Jäger shot It's Complete, Seth and Wombat We're on track to leave these haters hanging We don't care if they're afraid or not You ain't a rapper, you're a racketeer Biting lines 'til I make your iris cry Then I rack a tear I'm like Shaq on gear, dunking on your wack career Have a cheer pumpkin or be sunk like when I crack a beer I write a sentence, my pencil mimics acute wire The high descendant, the vengeful king I'm the true sire Quite demented, parental stickers They censor my mental image Like renting a dental clinic, I'm too fire [Chorus: Seth Sentry] Oh, you think you're bad? Well, you sure ain't fucking good I don't need the gas When it's fire, let him cook I don't spill the tea, I just throw it in your face When it's hot, get a taste Then I pour another pot