Lyrics

The plant’s got a shitshow — we call it C Shift,
More tears in that crew than a Hallmark script.
Logan struts ‘round like he’s built for war,
But ain’t seen a woman since Bush did four.
Big talk, no bite, loud mouth, no swing,
Whole damn shift wouldn’t last in a ring. He reminds me of a whore choking on cock. don’t ask me just ask Brock.

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🔥 Chorus
Fuck C Shift — y’all ain’t shit but clowns,
Tattlin’ on each other just to kiss ass around.
Soft as baby wipes, dumb as dog piss,
The plant runs better when you don’t exist.
Lazy-eyed losers in coverall suits,
Can’t swing a wrench but sure can pollute.
A circus of bitches, a shame to the trade —
Go cry in the locker room, y’all been spayed.

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(Verse 2)
PJ’s got tears for every shift start,
Cries when it’s cold, cries when he farts.
Little man syndrome with a lunchbox of lies,
Workin’ like a turtle while the rest of us fry.
Doofy’s alright, but he’s stuck with the freaks,
One good man doesn’t fix seven geeks.

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🔥 Chorus (Repeat)
Fuck C Shift — y’all ain’t shit but clowns,
Tattlin’ on each other just to kiss ass around.
Soft as baby wipes, dumb as dog piss,
The plant runs better when you don’t exist.
Lazy-eyed losers in coverall suits,
Can’t swing a wrench but sure can pollute.
A circus of bitches, a shame to the trade —
Go cry in the locker room, y’all been spayed.

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(Verse 3)
Austin’s squatty, slow, and dumb as a stump,
Only moves fast when he hears a lunch pump.
Got that underglow rig, lookin’ like a joke,
Myrtle Beach burnout with a vape and a Coke.
Ain’t lifted a damn thing since ’22,
He’s allergic to labor — and responsibility too. Takes more cock in his butt than his wife ever could, but you damn well she’s fuckin someone good.

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(Verse 4)
Chase got that creep stare, vibe’s all wrong,
Looks like he hums to himself all shift long.
Robby shows late, eats pizza for pride,
Brain’s on neutral, mouth open wide.
Mullet-headed Blaine with the weird-ass hair,
Looks like he lost a bet on a double-dog dare.

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🔥 Chorus (Repeat)
Fuck C Shift — y’all ain’t shit but clowns,
Tattlin’ on each other just to kiss ass around.
Soft as baby wipes, dumb as dog piss,
The plant runs better when you don’t exist.
Lazy-eyed losers in coverall suits,
Can’t swing a wrench but sure can pollute.
A circus of bitches, a shame to the trade —
Go cry in the locker room, y’all been spayed.

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(Bridge – Spoken)
Dewey, I’ll be real — you cool, man.
But the rest?
Y’all couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
Just walk out, save us the trouble.

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(Outro – Gravel voice, slow fade)
Seven days straight and we hold this plant up,
While y’all snitchin’ to bosses and beggin’ for luck.
Only one worth a damn is Justin, salute,
Rest of y’all? Just pollution in boots.
This ain’t just a track, it’s a workin’ man’s curse,
For the weakest damn shift in the whole universe