Break Interrupted Bitch

Bitch I clock in swingin’, you clock in snitchin’,

Cryin’ to the sup like a hoe beggin’ for attention.

Six minutes on break and you start up bitchin’,

Damn, you the king of complaints, call you Whinin’ Edition.

I’m the one they hit up when the shit gets rough,

You the one they laugh at ‘cause you soft as fuck.

Talkin’ ‘bout “I never call in,” boy shut that up —

You dial that line more times than you ever lift stuff.

Every shift you ain’t workin’, just stirrin’ up tension,

You ain’t a runner, bitch, you a walking suspension.

Instigator mouth with a microscopic hustle,

You friction, no muscle — drama’s your only damn shuffle.

Crybaby bitch, every day you start drama,

Whine so damn much, you should claim it on your W-2 comma.

I’m the break you interrupt, the throat you don’t wanna cross,

I’m the bitch with the bars that’ll leave you outlined in loss.

Supervisor texted me — “they askin’ who’s coverin’ the line?”

Funny how this pussy point fingers every fuckin’ time.

Didn’t even get six minutes just to breathe and unwind,

‘Cause bitchboy gotta cry ‘fore he even puts in the grind.

I make sure the crew eats first — that’s why they trust me.

Meanwhile you out here beggin’, lookin’ musty and rusty.

Whole warehouse know you fold from pressure,

You ain’t built for this shit — you need a babysitter, not a measure.

Every time you talk tough, it collapses fast,

Your swagger’s like your workload — nonexistent, half-assed.

You swear you the victim, but you cause every mess,

You a problem disguised as a worker, bitch, confess.

Crybaby bitch, every day you start drama,

Whine so damn much, you should claim it on your W-2 comma.

I’m the break you interrupt, the throat you don’t wanna cross,

I’m the bitch with the bars that’ll leave you outlined in loss.

So next time you wanna whine ‘bout who’s coverin’ shit,

Remember I step up daily while you cry like a bitch.

Second Shift Samurai Squad — yeah, you know who I’m with,

Keep pokin’ at the queen, you’ll get cut out the script.