CLOCKED IN BLOOD

(Cold, measured)

Yeah… eleven years stamped in the concrete.

Second Shift Samurai Squad—check the ledger.

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VERSE 1 – OVERTIME ONI (MALE)

I been clocked in longer than your mouth been loud,

Paper-throated puppet, talk big when the boss around.

I bled for the metrics, sweat soaked in the dock,

Tears hit the floor, still I tighten the lock.

You chirp like a clipboard, parroting notes,

I move weight, move systems, keep the whole thing afloat.

Gen-X grind, still runnin’ laps on the floor,

I’m teachin’ the playbook while you ask “what for?”

I could smoke-test your lies, pull receipts by the stack,

But I don’t embarrass kids—I just keep it intact.

I choose high ground, you choose lip service flair,

I choose results, you choose mirrors and air.

Clocked in blood, not opinions and talk,

Years on my back, I don’t flex—I walk.

Second Shift Samurai, discipline hard,

We don’t bark for approval—we leave scars.

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VERSE 2 – PINK SLIP SNIPER (FEMALE)

(Fast, venomous)

Click—safety off, cadence razor-clean,

Monster tempo, surgical, cut through the scene.

You sniff approval, nasal to the rumor mill,

I audit every move—yeah, I run it for real.

You say “minimum,” I say “optimize,”

I make systems sing while you cosplay wise.

I could line-by-line you, crash your whole facade,

But mercy’s a flex—consider this God.

I’m precise with the verbs, you sloppy with claims,

I turn chatter to silence, put chalk on the names.

Keep talkin’—I’m countin’ the wins you can’t see,

Pink Slip Sniper, clock punch lethal on beat.

Clocked in blood, not opinions and talk,

Years on my back, I don’t flex—I walk.

Second Shift Samurai, discipline hard,

We don’t bark for approval—we leave scars.

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VERSE 3 – OVERTIME ONI (MALE)

I carry the night shift, pressure like steel,

When things go sideways, I’m the one they call—real.

You chase applause, I close every loop,

While you rehearse stories, I proof every proof.

I’ve seen eras rotate, watched loud fade to dust,

Longevity loudest—consistency busts.

Say my name sideways, I won’t even flinch,

I’m busy buildin’ outcomes—enjoy your pinch.

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VERSE 4 – PINK SLIP SNIPER (FEMALE)

Reload—breath control, venom stays tight,

I don’t need theatrics to end a fight.

I pick my targets with restraint and class,

But cross that line—I erase the past.

Eleven-year ledger, stamped and verified,

You tweet your worth—I let numbers decide.

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Second Shift Samurai Squad—etched in the grain.

We clock out legends. You clock out claims