Back From Nothing

Bitch crawled out her leave of absence grave like a zombie in denial,

Came back talkin’ big, like she earned a fuckin’ trial.

Sat on her ass for months, didn’t learn a single skill,

Walked in the building thinkin’ she still runs the drill.

You ain’t shit — you a fuckin’ burden wrapped in cheap perfume,

A curse on the warehouse, a dark cloud in the room.

“Come to the office…” bitch, shut the fuck up, please —

Every time you page the floor, morale drops to its knees.

Whole crew hear your voice like, “Fuck, this clown again?”

Even the walls groan loud when your bullshit begins.

You came back from leave of absence like you some holy revelation,

But you the same lazy fuck — zero growth, no dedication.

You didn’t learn JACK on leave of absence — just perfected your nap,

Still clueless as fuck, still useless as crap.

Super-visor? Ho, you don’t supervise shit —

You just sit, scroll, complain, and pretend you’re legit.

I’ve carried your shift more times than you’ve carried a pen,

You break shit daily, and I fix it again.

I bleed for this floor while you text your little friends,

Then clock out early like “my work here ends.”

Fuck outta here — you a joke nobody tells anymore,

You a storyline canceled before episode four.

You walk the floor like a lost bitch chasing WiFi,

Tryna coach people with knowledge you can’t identify.

You yell orders like you tough, but your backbone is plastic,

Your leadership’s tragic — your effort? Fuckin’ Jurassic.

You suck the life from the shift like a parasite queen,

Lazy bitch royalty with a throne made of caffeine.

Every time you “help,” disaster forms instantly,

Your incompetence hits harder than my infantry.

I’m the Samurai cuttin’ throats while you struggle to breathe,

You the type to get winded from standin’ up to leave.

You came back from leave of absence with that same dumb pose,

Same blank-ass stare, same lazy-ass clothes.

You ain’t refreshed, you ain’t better, you ain’t fixed —

You just dragged your bullshit back into the mix.

Actin’ like a boss? Bitch, you ain’t even a temp,

A supervisor with less skill than a donut with a dent.

The only thing you manage is excuses and lies,

The only thing you motivate is everybody’s sighs.

You a waste of payroll, a drain on the day,

A “why the fuck is she here?” in human display.

We thrived while you were gone — peace in the air,

Now morale’s in the toilet ’cause your dumb ass is there.

So welcome back, bitch — the nightmare resumed,

You should’ve stayed on leave of absence, stayed locked in your room.

’Cause the Samurai’s here with a cut meant to scar,

And this killshot is stronger than who the fuck you think you are