[Intro]
Lights hum like a morgue fridge,
forklifts hiss—somebody still snitchin’.
Jaw locked, fists tight, stomach tense,
rat shit movin’ loud in a quiet sense.
[Verse 1]
Clock in—see that pussy-ass flinch,
mouth run wild, brain dumb as shit.
Breath smell like lies and dick-eatin’ fear,
a rumor with legs nobody hold dear.
Backstab motherfucker, thrift-store spine,
talk tough on break then cry up the line.
Instigator cunt, chaos his drug,
turn pallet-jack noise to a whole-ass flood.
Point fingers, rinse hands, play innocent quick,
barcode beep screamin’ “THIS BITCH DIRTY AS SHIT.”
“He said / she said” coward-ass code,
parasite leechin’ drama for hope.
[Chorus]
Warehouse vermin,
rat-faced bitch never lift a burden.
Instigator filth under white-ass glow,
whole floor hate you—you too slow to know.
Backstab anthem,
every box marked “FUCK THAT MAN.”
Silent Ronin slide between steel and black,
every lie you breathe get dragged out back.
[Verse 2]
Steel boots heavy, your soul light as piss,
every shift you invent some bullshit crisis.
Office whisperer, paper-cut snitch,
weaponized memos, coward-ass bitch.
You the reason real workers get fucked up fast,
but when numbers tank, you rewrite the past.
Throw stones, hide hands, weak-ass fraud,
barcode bandit with a whimperin’ jaw.
Dock-yard gangster till the meeting start,
then you mute, folded, bitch-made heart.
[Bridge – Cold Execution]
Stir that pot harder, watch it boil,
every lie you tell leave prints in oil.
Cameras don’t blink, silence don’t slip,
you run when eyes watch—coward-ass bitch.
[Verse 3]
You ain’t slick, you ain’t feared, you ain’t smart,
you a loud-mouth rat with a counterfeit heart.
Career built on rumors, blame, and tears,
poisonin’ rooms just to feel respected for years.
Everybody know—you a fuckin’ disease,
spread bad air wherever you breathe.
If merit mattered you’d be long-ass gone,
dumped with the trash before the next shift on.
[Outro]
Warehouse full of wolves—blood, sweat, grit,
you just deadweight filth with a snitch-ass script.
I don’t threaten, bark, or raise my tone,
I let truth cave in your whole false throne.
Another rat exposed, credibility dead—
Silent Ronin walk off,
leave your lies on the shred
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