VERSE 1 (immediate throat punch)
HR so soft it’s fuckin’ embarrassing,
Rules get raped daily, still nobody managing.
Lazy fucks skate free while the grinders get bled,
Weak-ass leadership hidin’ behind emails they never fucking read.
Old HR would’ve lit your ass up on sight,
New HR cryin’ in meetings like “let’s be polite.”
“Don’t do it again” — bitch please, that’s a joke,
That’s how predators stay fed while the whole place choke.
You ain’t blind — you’re scared, that’s the difference,
Comfort over courage, call that shit governance.
Pink Slip Sniper don’t talk — I terminate lies,
I don’t coach bullshit, I cut it alive.
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HOOK (chant, aggressive, venom)
Soft hands, weak spine, fake-ass enforcement,
Hard truths buried under pussy-ass “concern” shit.
No teeth, no bite, just talk all day,
Pink Slip Sniper here to regulate.
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VERSE 2 (double-time, relentless)
Violations brushed off like “oops, my bad,”
Meanwhile the same dirtbags back at it, laughing.
Complaints disappear, witnesses ghosted,
Funny how justice only fail when the lazy get roasted.
You protect comfort, not people, not law,
That ain’t HR — that’s fear with a badge on.
Every time you let shit slide to avoid some heat,
You tell the whole floor rules don’t mean a goddamn thing.
You ain’t neutral — you complicit as fuck,
Soft systems breed monsters and then act shocked.
I’m the audit you dodge, the smoke you can’t spin,
Pink Slip Sniper — consequence carved in.
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BRIDGE (cold whisper → snap)
Old HR enforced.
New HR negotiates.
That’s why shit rots
While you “re-evaluate.”
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VERSE 3 (killshot sprint, no mercy)
I’m consequence in heels, venom on pen,
Expose weak leaders hidin’ behind meetings and friends.
You lack backbone, not policy text,
Reward bare-minimum bullshit then punish who’s next.
You call it restraint — nah, that’s fear in disguise,
A leader scared to lead don’t deserve the title.
I don’t threaten, I don’t yell, I don’t bluff,
I drop bars so sharp they sign write-ups in blood.
Pink Slip Sniper don’t need approval to strike,
I turn “don’t do it again” into “pack your shit, goodbye.”
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FINAL HOOK (stacked, louder)
Soft hands, weak spine, fake enforcement,
Hard truths smothered under cowardly bullshit.
No bite, no backbone, no courage in sight,
Pink Slip Sniper is consequence tonight.
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OUTRO (cold execution)
This ain’t anger — it’s clarity.
This ain’t chaos — it’s order.
If you won’t enforce the rules…
I’ll do it for you, bitch.
MIG1274
