[Intro: spoken, cocky male MC on a crackly office PA] Attention, staff. Quick announcement before lunch We got a winner this month. Again [Verse 1: cocky male MC, grinning] Every label needs a worker who don't sleep and don't complain Clocks in before the sun to hit the comments with a cane Never missed a single drop, he be early to the post First man to hear my song is the man who hates it most Shared it to his group chat with a "y'all, look at this trash" Forty people clicked it, twenty bought it, that's cash He don't want a salary, he don't even need a raise Just a link to somethin' new he can be mad at for days Worked straight through Thanksgiving while his plate was gettin' cold Six paragraphs on "soul" from a man who never sold [Hook: cocky male MC, bouncing] Employee of the month, put his face up on the wall Never took a lunch break, never took a day at all Every time you hate it, baby, it works for me You clock in, you clock out, and you work for free [Verse 2: cocky male MC, meaner] I pulled his file, I keep the numbers in a folder Thirty-one reposts, and every one a little colder Monday morning, nine a.m., he called my hook a cheap machine Tuesday at the gym he caught himself and hummed it clean Wednesday he was quotin' every line to prove it's weak Thursday he could rap the whole verse, he just couldn't hold the beat Friday in the shower he got bars he can't erase That ain't a fan, that's a hostage with a damn smile on his face You say it isn't music? Then explain the hours, bro Twelve-hour shifts on somethin' fake? That's the realest work I know [Hook: cocky male MC, bouncing] Employee of the month, put his face up on the wall Never took a lunch break, never took a day at all Every time you hate it, baby, it works for me You clock in, you clock out, and you work for free [Bridge: spoken, award-show voice over the office piano and kick] Here's your plaque. Here's your parking spot It's by the dumpster. You'll love it. You love trash No speech. You already wrote it. Forty times. In the comments [Verse 3: cocky male MC, laughing, harder] Promoted you to manager, now you're runnin' a whole team All your buddies post it too, and now my numbers look obscene I could hire a street team, but they'd never match your passion Hate's the only marketing that never goes out of fashion You the only critic in the business ever moved a unit Every time you swear you're done, you sit back down and do it So go 'head and tell 'em it's fake when the next one drops Spell my name right in the post, boss, and don't you ever stop [Final Hook: stacked three-part harmony like a company jingle, then the 808 slams in] Employee of the month, put his face up on the wall Never took a lunch break, never took a day at all Every time you hate it, baby, it works on you You clock in, you clock out, and you're hummin' it too [Outro: spoken, cocky male MC] Somebody get this man a name tag [End]
