i m a white collar death machine with murder on his mind a psychopathic madman caught up in the daily grind inter office enmity has brought me to this place i want to take a sharpie and then stab it in your face backstabbing chickenshit has gone over my head told the boss about the files that i knew i should have shred now i m in my cubicle and darkly thinking how i could end this punk with pain and settle back and disavow i wish it were 5 o clock wait for you out in the parking lot i could kill you i will kill you i will finish the job you should have done for yourself mosh take a ride to staples on my lunch hour just to check if they re selling something i could use to stab you in the neck maybe human resources has something i could read that ll help me practice policy while causing you to bleed i take my glasses off and i loosen up my tie it s almost time to go help a brown noser to die say goodnight to bob and take the elevator down grab a tire iron and then put it in your crown you know you asked for this fight for your life stand and try to resist i can kill you i will kill you put down your briefcase and ready yourself for the pain