Yo, there’s this lady, got a story to tell,
She’s the queen of complaints, got a mouth like a bell.
All day, every day, she’s talking that smack,
But when it comes to work, she ain’t got your back.
(Verse 1)
She rolls in late, acting like a boss,
Judging everyone like she’s never at a loss.
"Lisa’s lazy, Tom’s a clown,
Jessica’s clueless, just dragging us down!"
But when the clock strikes five, she’s out the door,
No work on her desk, just drama galore.
And don’t get her started on the office gear,
“Where’s my knife? Where’s my spoon? Get it over here!”
(Chorus)
All she does is talk, talk, talk,
Dragging everyone while she takes a walk.
Cutlery queen with a heart of steel,
But no real grind, she don’t know the deal.
(Verse 2)
She’s got opinions, sharp as a blade,
But her own effort? Barely a shade.
Always crying, "I need my fork,"
While the team’s in the trenches, doing the work.
She’ll call you out, say, "You’re not enough,"
But give her a task, and she’s calling it tough.
Her favorite line? "I’m too tired to stay,"
So she grabs her knives and goes home early each day.
(Chorus)
All she does is talk, talk, talk,
Dragging everyone while she takes a walk.
Cutlery queen with a heart of steel,
But no real grind, she don’t know the deal.
(Bridge)
She’s got a cabinet of forks, spoons, and knives,
But no ambition, no spark in her life.
Her words cut deep, but her actions are weak,
She’s the loudest in the room but the least unique.
(Verse 3)
She don’t like the grind, don’t like the hustle,
Just likes stirring the pot, flexing her muscle.
But the team sees through her, they’re all wide awake,
She’s all talk, no action—a walking mistake.
So keep your distance, let her do her thing,
Crying for cutlery like it’s her bling.
While the world keeps moving, grinding, and tough,
She’s stuck in her corner saying, "Y’all ain’t enough!"
(Outro)
Talk, talk, talk, yeah, that’s her game,
Cutlery queen, but she’s all the same.
No work, no hustle, just a sharp tongue,
While the rest of us grind ‘til the job is done.
