Retribution Through the Scope

Intro – mocking tone)

Oh, you thought Ronan was the only one watchin’?

Nah…

Sniper scope’s been locked on leadership’s bullshit for YEARS.

Let’s get surgical.

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(Verse 1 – Pink Slip Sniper unloads)

Leadership softer than wet tissue, fragile as pride,

Hide behind fake smiles while real workers die inside.

You preach “teamwork” but can’t lead a fuckin’ walk,

All mouth, no grind — just emails and talk.

I see y’all dodgin’ problems like rent due Monday,

But ride the hard workers’ backs till they break by Sunday.

You worship the slackers, your golden little pets,

But the ones who do the work? Treated like regrets.

You love the yes-men, the brown-nose parade,

But shit your pants the moment real effort gets displayed.

Accountability? Bitch, spell it — you can’t,

’Cause every time shit hits the fan, y’all rant and recant.

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(Hook – Sniper’s venom)

Sniper don’t whisper — I tear your façade,

Fake-ass leaders playin’ boss like a fraud.

Ronan cut deep, now I finish the job,

This ain’t revenge — it’s balance from god.

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(Verse 2 – Pink Slip Sniper escalates)

You terrified of confrontation — that’s clear as day,

So you bully the strong and let the weak get away.

You hate the ones who grind ‘cause we expose your flaws,

Make you look useless in front of your own damn boss.

You promote incompetence like it’s part of the plan,

Praise assholes who never gave half what we can.

You want loyalty? Fuck that. Earn it first.

Respect ain’t owed — earn it through the work.

You love power when it’s pretty, safe, and clean,

But crumble like dust when the shit gets mean.

You ain’t leaders — you tourists in authority clothes,

Scared to sweat, scared to learn, scared of real pros.

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(Bridge – slow, dangerous)

Sniper shots don’t miss.

And your whole chain of command?

Lookin’ like the easiest target I ever had in my hands.

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(Verse 3 – Final cut)

Every shift got warriors — but y’all never see ‘em,

Too busy protecting dead weight, scared to free ‘em.

So here’s the truth:

If effort was currency, y’all be broke.

If leadership was earned, half of you would choke.

Sniper don’t aim at people — I aim at systems that fail,

And your system is rotten from the brain to the tail.

This ain’t a warning — it’s a published obituary,

Signed: the one you overlook,

But fear when she gets legendary.

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(Outro)

Silent Ronan carved the path.

Pink Slip Sniper buried the bodies.

Leadership?

Consider this your part two