Yeah… Second Shift Samurai.
She comin’ back tomorrow with that same lazy-ass bullshit.
So I sharpened the blade. Let’s fucking carve.
She draggin’ in tomorrow, slow as a busted forklift,
Talkin’ like a boss but ain’t worth one shift.
That office chair screams when her fat ass drops,
Sound like a pallet hittin’ concrete nonstop.
Scrollin’ TikTok like she movin’ freight,
Only thing she lift is snacks off a plate.
I’m out here sweatin’, breakin’ my back,
She sweatin’ from sittin’ — weak as fuck, facts.
She “supervise” dust; that’s her hardest task,
A statue with a phone and a lazy-ass mask.
If she walks the floor twice, that’s a damn parade,
She disappear again like her effort just fade.
Every time she gone, production shoots to the sky,
She return and the whole damn workflow dies.
I’m the Samurai — cutthroat, cold, precise,
She’s deadweight strapped to a shift full of life.
I slice through chaos, she avoids the strain,
I carry her slack till it bruises my frame.
Back to her bullshit, back to her lies,
She sittin’ on her throne while the warehouse dies.
Scrollin’ her phone while I break my spine,
Shift Reaper swing — she next in line.
Back to her bullshit, back to that cave,
While I’m out here turnin’ weak links to graves.
Lazy-ass queen can’t handle the grind,
Samurai slice — leave her limp behind.
She walk in smilin’ fake like she hot shit now,
But the concrete trembles when her footsteps pound.
Only time she hustle is snacks or a seat,
She couldn’t lift a scanner with both hands and heat.
I’m draggin’ busted pallets like bodies through hell,
She duckin’ real work like it carries a smell.
If laziness was lethal, she’d start the outbreak,
Spreading that “don’t do shit” vibe every break.
Tell her “help out,” she ghost faster than smoke,
Leave the shift drowning while she laughs at the choke.
Every task she dodge turns into my mess,
I clean up her shit and still do more than the rest.
I’m the breaker of excuses, the fist of the load,
She’s a walking hazard with a weak-ass code.
Tomorrow she back? Good — let her act bold,
I’ll expose every weakness she tries to withhold.
I’m the storm in steel-toes, the cut in the night,
She the stain on the mat that avoids every fight.
I rise through the grind, forged hard in the heat,
She falls apart quick when the workload peak.
Back to her bullshit, same lazy script,
I carry her shift while she carry her chips.
Supervisor by label, embarrassment by trade,
Shift Reaper comin’ — her dues unpaid.
Back to her bullshit, back to her seat,
While I tear through the work she refuse to meet.
She fake hold the crown, but it’s made of deceit —
Samurai reign, she obsolete.
Tomorrow she clock in… Tomorrow she exposed.
Second Shift Samurai.
I pull the weight. I pull the blade.
I end the bullshit.
MIG1274
