Condiment Clout

Ketchup grip on the mic, you know I'm drippin' in fire All you other condiments, better step and retire I’m the boss at every cookout, catch me if you desire I paint the town red, while you yellow cats expire Mustard on the beat, hotter than the sun’s blaze I’m the golden king, mixin' with relish in the maze Squeeze me on the scene, I be winning the taste phase Ketchup just a side, man, I'm here to amaze Yo, this ain't no Heinz, this ain't no French’s Just two top dogs in the sauce trenches