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Lyrics
[Intro]
Clock in
Jaw tight
Same floor
Same fight (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Night shift demons in a blue vest
Barcode dreams, never do rest
Joe on the jack, eyes blood red
Tyler stackin' packs like he want me dead
Shrink-wrap fingers, cardboard cuts
Manager talk tough, we don't budge
Five more pallets in the aisle like coffins
"Pick up pace" — I hear the voice, I'm off him
[Chorus]
Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle
Hate in our hands every box we file
Fold that rage, stack it to the ceiling
Every roll a threat to the way we feelin'
We don't smile, we just push that cart
Turn cheap pay into sharpened hearts
Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle
If we snap tonight, they gon’ call it "wild" (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Fluorescent buzz in my skull like hornets
Clock on the wall doin' slow-motion torment
Tyler got a tear in his badge, says "family"
He laughs, says "family don't starve you annually"
Joe mutter curses at the endcap sign
"Rollbacks" printed, never on our time
Stack napkins, towels, row on row
Every little square just fuels that glow
[Chorus]
Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle
Hate in our hands every box we file
Fold that rage, stack it to the ceiling
Every roll a threat to the way we feelin'
We don't smile, we just push that cart
Turn cheap pay into sharpened hearts
Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle
If we snap tonight, they gon’ call it "wild" (yeah)
[Bridge]
Price tags hang like chains on the shelf
"Everyday low" but it's high on my health
We ain't heroes, we ain't fine
We just three ghosts trapped in the line
Paper cuts deep, but the words cut deeper
Shift don’t end, it just loops, gets meaner (hey)
[Chorus]
Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle
Hate in our hands every box we file
Fold that rage, stack it to the ceiling
Every roll a threat to the way we feelin'
We don't smile, we just push that cart
Turn cheap pay into sharpened hearts
Me, Joe, and Tyler in the paper aisle
If we walk tonight, they gon’ call it "wild"
Details
GeneratedFeb 27, 2026
Duration2:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Menacing trap beat with rattling hi-hats, distorted 808s, and eerie bell melody; male vocals, tight, aggressive flow. Verses stay close and claustrophobic, doubled in low octaves; hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and extra sub. Sparse, glitchy FX between lines to mimic flickering fluorescent lights, ending with everything dropping out on the last bar for a dry, a cappella punchline.
Credits
Prompt by
NamelessKhaos
NamelessKhaosModelAria v5
Prompt
Make a dark angry song about me Joe and Tyler stocking paper at Walmart, rap
