(Intro)
Yeah…
Pink Slip Sniper.
Second Shift Samurai stamped in blood.
Let’s talk about work ethic, huh?
(Verse 1)
You see me catch my breath one minute, suddenly you disappear,
Left me drowning in pallets while you ghosted off in fear.
Eight stacks deep, jumbo weight, back screaming like alarms,
While you stroll past sideways with your hands tucked in your palms.
Fat fuck, eyes forward, acting deaf, acting blind,
Like “nah, that ain’t my problem,” nah, that’s just your spine.
Can’t lift, can’t move, can’t help, can’t lead,
But got plenty energy walking past somebody in need.
(Hook)
I grind, you glide — difference clear as day,
I bleed on the floor while you waddle away.
Second Shift handle it, every damn time,
You just watching the clock while I’m finishing mine.
(Verse 2)
You allergic to effort, forklift make you nervous?
Big talk, no action, yeah your résumé worthless.
I’m knee-deep in sweat, still moving that load,
You knee-deep in excuses, allergic to roads.
Funny how the weight shifts when responsibility calls,
You vanish like integrity, slip right through the walls.
But when shit gets done, you still puff your chest,
Like you helped somehow — nah, cut the stress.
(Hook)
I grind, you glide — difference clear as day,
I bleed on the floor while you waddle away.
Second Shift handle it, every damn time,
You just watching the clock while I’m finishing mine.
(Verse 3 – Pink Slip Sniper goes feral)
Listen close fat fuck, this ain’t anger, it’s facts,
You survive off shadows while my name on the backs.
I don’t need applause, don’t need praise, don’t need help,
But don’t mistake my patience for a weakness to shelf.
You saw the load, you saw me buried, you kept walking proud,
That’s the sound of a coward moving silent but loud.
I carried your weight like I carry the team,
While you float through the shift like a useless routine.
(Bridge)
Second Shift Samurai don’t bend, don’t fold,
We shoulder the mess while the others grow old.
No forklift pride, no honor to claim,
Just dead weight breathing, wearing shame.
(Final Hook – Breakdown)
I grind, you glide — carved in stone,
I stand ten toes while you stand alone.
Work got done, like it always does,
Not ‘cause of you — in spite of you, cuz.
(Outro)
Pink Slip Sniper.
Second Shift Samurai.
Job finished.
You still useless.
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