[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