Yeah… Sniper in this bitch. Second Shift Samurai Squad. Time to expose this clueless, lazy-ass excuse for a leader. Let’s go.
VERSE 1
You sit on your fat fucking ass like that chair’s your soulmate, actin’ like you run shit when you barely hold weight. You don’t do a damn thing, just whine, bitch, and stare, whole shift holdin’ you up while you rot in that chair. That stupid-ass laugh sound dumb as hell, like you proud you can’t do shit well. Talk tough on the radio, face-to-face you fold, everybody know you clueless and your leadership old. You don’t guide, don’t lead, don’t fix, don’t teach, just hide in your office like work outta reach. Nobody respect you, they tolerate your stink, you ain’t a real boss, just a slow-ass link. I’m cleanin’ messes you too scared to touch, you dodge every problem, bitch, you don’t do much. Fat ass fused to the seat like metal and bone, you couldn’t run a sandbox, let alone a zone.
HOOK
Rot in that chair, bitch, laugh all you want. Stupid-ass giggle while you fake that front. Clueless, lazy, dumb as a rock. Pink Slip Sniper takin’ aim — pop pop pop.
VERSE 2
Every call that you make is a crash, is a flop, brain laggin’ like Wi-Fi in a broke-down shop. Tryin’ to manage shit you never learned or knew, a toddler with a title barkin’ orders like you true. You don’t listen to people, don’t process a thing, just yell from the office like that mic is king. Lazy-ass tyrant with a laugh like a hog, thinkin’ you above work but you barely even fog. Callin’ people in just ’cause you bored as shit, never helpin’ once, never movin’ one bit. You a speed bump, bitch, slowin’ the grind, reject-ass leader with a dollar-store mind. I’m rapid-fire Sniper, bars cut through steel, you still tryin’ to learn how competence feel. Your fake-ass authority a joke, a prop — I reload and fire — pop pop pop.
HOOK
Rot in that chair, bitch, laugh all you want. Stupid-ass giggle while you fake that front. Clueless, lazy, dumb as a rock. Pink Slip Sniper takin’ aim — pop pop pop.
VERSE 3
Boss in name only, a clown by skill, hollow-ass fraud with zero will. You don’t care about people, don’t care about shit, just sit in that office on your fat ass, pissed. My way or the highway, bitch, shut the fuck up, you ain’t earned a drop from that leadership cup. Even your laugh sound scared you gon’ lose your slot, deep down you know you ain’t shit, you not. I shred fake leaders with syllables sharp, you couldn’t lead a fish to water in the dark. Second Shift Samurai Squad, backbone strong, we keep shit runnin’ while you do wrong. You ain’t feared, bitch, you ain’t even a threat, you a walkin’ punchline nobody respect. Sit there laughin’, thinkin’ you hot — Pink Slip Sniper just dropped you — pop pop pop.
OUTRO
Keep laughin’. Keep sittin’. We run this. Not you. Pink Slip Sniper. Second Shift Samurai Squad.