Paper Cuts Don’t Heal

Second shift protected.

Pink Slip Sniper speaking.

Let’s clear this shit up.

You sit high, talk loud, don’t know shit at all,

Clipboard empty, still answer the call,

Confident stupid, that’s dangerous shit,

You guess, then demand like the guess was legit,

Every move sloppy, every word wrong,

Fake ass authority stretched too long,

You supervise air, I supervise facts,

You confuse opinions with skills you lack.

You micromanage nothing, dodge every why,

I document failure while you dramatize,

Talk like a boss, move like a joke,

Every time pressure shows, you fucking choke,

You don’t lead people, you lead confusion,

Same dumb orders, different illusion,

Second shift solid — you stay lost,

And I’m done watching you fuck up the cost.

Talk smart till the paper get involved,

All that mouth get instantly dissolved,

I don’t raise voice, I raise concern,

Pink Slip Sniper — bridges burn.

You hide behind titles, I stand behind proof,

Your logic brittle, my record bulletproof,

You fuck shit up, then act surprised,

Blame everybody, never analyze,

Every correction feels like disrespect,

Because deep down you know you’re out your depth,

You don’t know systems, flow, or pace,

Just vibes and bullshit stapled to a face.

Second shift warriors hold this ground,

While you spin clueless circles around,

You call it leadership — nah, it’s delay,

We fix your fuckups then watch you take pay,

You hate competence, love control,

Threatened by people who actually know,

So you posture, point, micromanage air,

Meanwhile the room knows you’re not prepared.

This ain’t emotion.

This is evaluation.

You should thank the crew you undermine,

Second shift keeps this shit aligned,

You poke that unit, you poke the hive,

Consequences don’t need to arrive loud — they arrive precise,

No fists, no drama, no desperate pleas,

Just quiet exposure and HR degrees,

Every word you said gets indexed and stacked,

Funny how truth hits harder than smack.

So keep playing boss, keep fronting dumb,

Just know protection doesn’t come from where you’re from,

Second shift samurai — guarded, tight,

And I don’t miss when I start to write.

Paper cuts don’t heal.

Pink Slip Sniper.

Second shift stays protected.