Lyrics

[Verse]
King left, his wrench still in hand, like he fled the scene,
Half-done generators, man, what a sad routine,
Sean's toolkit empty, no tools, just air,
Couldn't fix a generator if his life wasn't fair.

[Verse]
Both folks vying for the title's curse,
Worst employee of the month, what could be worse?
King's goofin' off, made TikToks on the job,
Sean's sleepin' in, head noggin', slight bob.

[Chorus]
King ran off, and Sean got canned,
Horror stories, they both were planned,
In Black History Month, what a time to retire,
Two mechanics gone, but boy, not admired.

[Verse]
King's notes, all gibberish, doodles instead,
Misdiagnosin' issues, ‘cause he wished he was in bed,
Sean lost parts, screws gone, out the door,
More forgetful than a stoned dinosaur.

[Verse]
Competition fierce, who could be lamer?
King asleep, at the shop’s 'generator gamer',
Sean got fired, too many mistakes to count,
Living proof of what the rest just doubt.

[Chorus]
King ran off, and Sean got canned,
Horror stories, they both were planned,
In Black History Month, what a time to retire,
Two mechanics gone, but boy, not admired.