Desk King Delusion

Yeah…

Second Shift Samurai Squad

Lotus in the cut… let’s talk facts.

You cry about coverin’ lines, but you glued to the chair,

Thumb scrollin’ lies while you pretendin’ you care.

Soon as my ass hit the desk, miracle mode,

Now you movin’ real fast like you wasn’t in ghost.

Forty-two years old still askin’ how shit work,

“How you do this?” “Is that right?” man, that’s dirt.

You cosplay knowledge, Wikipedia brain,

Talk loud, know nothin’, that’s the core of your game.

Act like a hub, but the signal is dead,

Every word you spill sound recycled from said.

You ain’t busy, you hidin’, you ain’t leadin’, you stall,

Desk king energy, zero spine, zero balls.

Sit down, shut up, stop pretendin’ you run shit,

Phone glued to your hand, that ain’t grind, that’s dumb shit.

Information rich? Nah, you knowledge-poor,

Second Shift Samurai, we the reason you sore.

You and your sidekick, nose deep, same lane,

Two echo chambers pumpin’ each other’s brain.

Besties in denial, gossip fuels the bond,

Both allergic to work, but addicted to con.

You diss me? Thank you — that’s a blessing in disguise,

Saved me conversations with a bitch built on lies.

Cut me off? Good — that’s the trash takin’ itself,

I don’t need fake links cloggin’ up my mental health.

You ask questions daily like it’s day fuckin’ one,

Then turn around actin’ like you taught everyone.

That’s fraud behavior, that’s paper crown flex,

You ain’t king of shit, just loud and perplexed.

Sit down, shut up, stop pretendin’ you run shit,

Phone glued to your hand, that ain’t grind, that’s dumb shit.

Information rich? Nah, you knowledge-poor,

Second Shift Samurai, we the reason you sore.

I move in silence, you broadcast your flaws,

Every step I take got intent and cause.

I don’t need volume, I don’t need a show,

My results talk heavy — that’s how grown folks roll.

You complain about work but dodge it in real time,

That’s Olympic-level duckin’, gold medal in slime.

You ain’t hated ‘cause you real, you ignored ‘cause you fake,

All bark, no bite, no risk you’ll take.

Lotus calm, venom precise,

I don’t scream to win — I just end the fight.

Second Shift Samurai Squad — stamped.

Fictional bodies only.

Desk king delusion… shattered