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Lyrics
[Verse]
Stapler in my hand, call me the office Rambo
Paperclips fly, bodies drop like a Lambo
Boss plays God, picking pets for the throne
While the rest of us peasants break our backs to the bone
Coffee pot politics, burnt brew for the masses
Golden mugs for the ones kissing asses
"Promotion on merit"? Nah, that’s a sick joke
Nepotism thicker than the toner that I choke
[Chorus]
Favoritism’s poison, dripping from the ceiling
Drowning all ambition, numbing every feeling
They play their little games, while we fight to survive
The golden child thrives, while the rest are deprived
[Verse 2]
Janet got a raise for her fake Gucci slides
Meanwhile, I’m grinding, pulling all-nighters, fried
I’m the one who’s keeping this machine on track
But the boss’s blind eye’s got my patience cracked
Breakroom wars, they hoard the donuts too
Crooked smiles, like snakes in Armani suits
Took my ideas, passed 'em off as their own
But I’m cooking up revenge—kingpin in the zone
[Bridge]
HR’s a ghost, complaints in the shredder
Justice is a dream, here? Never, never
But I got plans, oh yeah, watch the floor shake
When I flip this office like a paper earthquake
Details
GeneratedNov 25, 2025
Duration1:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, dark, gritty, minimalist hip-hop with heavy bass and eerie synths
Credits
Prompt by
MIG1274
MIG1274ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap • Violent humor
• Dark, graphic storytelling
• Provocative and offensive punchline now generate a diss track about favoritism in the workplace
