[Verse 1]
You walk the floor maybe once a week, lazy-ass queen of nothin’,
Talk to your friends for hours, then act like you run somethin’.
Whole shift lookin’ for you—ghost mode, gone missin’,
But the second you show up? You fake micromanage like you gifted.
Bitch, you ain’t a leader, you a walking fuckin’ punchline,
Tryna act tough on the clock but clueless the whole time.
Commandin’ shit you don’t understand, actin’ like you elite—
You can’t supervise a shadow, let alone a fuckin’ team.
Meanwhile I’m in the trenches doin’ work you’ll never touch,
Fixin’ chaos behind the scenes while you sit scrollin’ too much.
I’m the backbone, the muscle, the shift’s silent beast—
You’re the reason morale drops and progress deceased.
Your whole “presence” is a joke, your whole title a scam—
Supervisin’ WHAT exactly? The inside of Instagram?
You disappear longer than your dignity lasts,
But you return with attitude like you runnin’ the past.
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[Hook]
This ain’t a diss—this a full-blown execution,
Killshot Samurai deliverin’ the retribution.
Lazy bitch hidin’, actin’ like she royalty—
But I’m the only one holdin’ down the shift with loyalty.
You play boss…
I AM the boss—you just pretend.
This track right here?
This the start of your end.
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[Verse 2]
You micromanage shit you can’t define, can’t explain,
Try to flex on workers just to cover up your small-ass brain.
You bark orders, but every order’s pure nonsense,
Supervisin’ requires knowledge—bitch, you lack the contents.
And management?
Yeah, them cowards ain’t slick either—
Too scared to check you ‘cause bonus checks got ‘em eager.
They hide in offices suckin’ on corporate pacifiers,
Sellin’ fake concerns while the warehouse catches fire.
But Samurai?
I’m the motherfuckin’ fix to the system,
I solve problems daily, and them bitches barely listen.
You take credit for work you don’t do,
I do the job of two supervisors PLUS the shit they assign you.
Your whole shift presence is faker than your smile,
You vanish like Houdini when it’s time to walk the aisle.
You reappear only when drama’s in the air,
Then disappear again—poof—back to nothin’ like you care.
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[Hook – Repeat]
This ain’t a diss—this a full-blown execution,
Killshot Samurai deliverin’ the retribution.
Lazy bitch hidin’, actin’ like she royalty—
But I’m the only one holdin’ down the shift with loyalty.
You play boss…
I AM the boss—you just pretend.
This track right here?
This the start of your end.
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[Outro – Samurai]
Clock in tomorrow…
But leave that fake-ass crown at the door.
I’m the one runnin’ the shift, I’m the one they come to.
You?
You just in the way.
Killshift complete.
Next track?
Depends on how stupid tomorrow gets.
MIG1274
