Breathe Wrong Bleed Gone

Yeah… you two lil’ bitch boys talk low ‘cause you scared.

Sniper hears EVERYTHING.

Let’s cut.

Talkin’ under your breath like a pussy with no spine,

Fat fuck mumblin’ shit ‘cause he ain’t got a real grind.

Gruntin’ over batteries like it’s heavy on his mind,

Bitch, I change more shit daily than you ever will in your prime.

Cover one shift and cry? Man, shut the fuck up, clown.

Teacher’s pet ass lickin’ boots for a pat on the crown.

You a grown-ass man beggin’—pathetic as it sounds,

I’d break your ego quicker than your weak knees hit the ground.

Say my name wrong once? I’ll slice the breath from your throat,

I’m the ghost they warned you ‘bout, the shadow that wrote

Every fuckin’ downfall you earned—line for line, note for note.

Sniper don’t miss targets… I erase entire quotes.

You breathe wrong—bleed wrong.

You speak low—feet gone.

I snap necks with bars while your bitch ass leans on

A supervisor’s favoritism—weak shit to feed on.

Second Shift Samurai—cut ‘em all, dream on.

Stick boy grinnin’ like he king of the fuckin’ dock,

“Do we got trucks to load?”—shut up, you talk like a jock

Who never lifted shit heavier than his own cock,

You ain’t a loader, bitch, you’re a punchline for the block.

Glowin’ like a hero when a truck hits the bay,

Boy, you only shine bright when someone else clears your way.

Supervisor kissin’ your ass while you fuck up the day,

Favoritism so thick I could carve it with a blade.

You two ride dick for approval like it’s part of the shift,

But your work ethic trash—ain’t nothin’ worth shit.

I move silent, surgical, venom hittin’ quick—

Y’all slow, sloppy, stupid, suckin’ favoritism’s dick.

Talk louder, bitch—

Or keep that whisperin’ twitch.

Sniper slice souls clean—

One breath, then a glitch.

I don’t need a throne, I just ruin your day,

I don’t need attention, I just get in the way

Of your comfort zone, bitch—cut the bullshit you say,

I’m the death sentence written when incompetence plays.

You ain’t threats, you ain’t rivals, you ain’t even mid-tier,

You’re two clowns fightin’ over who sucks dick better in here.

Supervisor blind as fuck, but I see crystal clear—

Favoritism ain’t power when Sniper’s atmosphere.

So breathe wrong again… go ahead, talk low once more,

I’m the storm behind the door, I’m the blood on the floor.

Second Shift Samurai—the ones they all fear.

Sniper out… but she’s never not near