Lyrics

Every plant’s got trash, and we keep ours contained,
It’s called C Shift — where the cowards get chained.
Logan’s damn near 40, never touched a tit,
Big talkin’ tough, but ain’t done shit.
Thinks he’s hard, like a barbed-wire fence,
But couldn’t scrap his way outta self-defense.

(Verse 2)
PJ’s cryin’ if the air blows wrong,
Soft little bitch been whinin’ too long.
Wears his boots like a toddler in snow,
“Too hot, too cold,” shut up and go.
Doofy? You cool, but still with the fools,
Runnin’ with rats while they piss in the pool.

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(Chorus)
C Shift’s full of crybabies, snitches, and duds,
Wouldn’t know work if it bit ‘em in the nuts.
While we bust ass through the fire and smoke,
Y’all sittin’ down takin’ union jokes.
Only real one’s Justin — the rest? Straight trash,
I’d rather clean toilets than deal with that clash.

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(Verse 3)
Austin’s short, lazy, worthless as fuck,
Sits on his ass, cryin’ ’bout his luck.
Wouldn’t lift a wrench if it came with a snack,
Got the spine of a worm and a crooked-ass back.
Got that squat truck glowin’, drivin’ like a joke,
Looks like Myrtle Beach threw up on a broke.

(Verse 4)
Chase gives vibes like a Halloween creep,
Can’t trust a stare that’s dead in sleep.
Robby’s late, dumb as a box of hair,
Pizza in his mouth, dumbass blank stare.
Been dropped so much, the floor got tired,
Still shows up thinkin’ he’s wired.

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(Bridge)
And Blaine — Jesus Christ, what’s that on your head?
Looks like a raccoon died and called it a dread.
Your mullet’s a war crime, banned in ten states,
If style was a felony, you’d have court dates.
Dewey, get out, before it’s too late —
You ain’t like them, you don’t deserve that fate.

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(Final Chorus)
C Shift’s the reason HR drinks,
A dumpster fire ridin’ in a pinked-out rig.
Lazy, tattlin’, soft-ass crew,
If we had to vote one off — we’d pick all of you.
You ain’t a team, you’re a freak show parade,
With diapers, excuses, and minimum wage.

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(Outro – Spoken)
This ain’t just a diss — this a warning shot.
Stay in your lane, and out of ours.
We ain’t here to babysit grown men who cry about their lunch break.
Now get the fuck back to your station…
If you can find it without filing a report