I Swear I’m this close to killing a mother fucker at my job!
No seriously it’s about to really be a mother fucking problem
They have seriously ridden the last good nerve that I have
And pretty soon I’m gonna make going postal seem like a child’s play fad!
Now look I understand the economy is bad
But damnit I only have two fucking hands
In an 8 hour day I can only do but so much
I could probably do more but they don’t pay me enough
Expect me to do things it takes three people to do
Add on responsibilities then tell me
“It will look good on your review”
These idiots must think I’m some type of damn fool
Leave me alone! The dude across from me has two hands too!!
Always wanna bitch at me if I’m 3 minutes past 8
Forget all about the days my ass stayed late
If I add up all that time I’d have weeks of overtime
For trying to keep up with this workload and not fall behind
But I don’t get paid for those days
Yall barely hear me complain
But I swear I’m about to go insane
If another mother fucker in here calls out my name
To ask me do expedite another damn file
I’m tired of faking my smiles
I’m about to start walking in here with the
“Don’t fuck with me look”
Have all these mother fuckers shook
That look that says I’m not in the mood today
Or any day for that matter
And if you do piss me off I’ll just hit you with that cynical laughter
The one that says you got 5 seconds to back up
Away from my desk and exit left
Cuz I truthfully can’t deal with any more of this stress
I dare another one of these supervisors to put me to the test
Tired of trying to act my best
I try real hard to keep the n*gga in me inside
Between the hours of 8 and 5
But fuck around and these people are really about to find
Out what happens when a n*gga loses his mind