No Peanut ButterAmp It Up

[Verse 1] The bonus pool is funded, the victory hunted, a quarter's worth of combat that the timid ones all punted. Now it's allocation time, the truth comes into play, the manager's first instinct is to look the other way. A comfortable division, that's a lie he wants to tell you, that everybody's equal is the dream he wants to sell you. Entitlement culture, you count it 'fore you earn it, a sure sign of the sickness, and I'm the one to burn it. I see you under-bonusing your best ones, that's the real crime, takin' from the weakest links to give the strong their shine time. [Pre-Chorus] This is the money conversation, quarter after quarter, the part that separates the lions from the lambs for slaughter... [Chorus] No Peanut Butter—this ain't a potluck! No Peanut Butter—runnin' out of your luck! No Peanut Butter—need to see the bell-shaped curve! No Peanut Butter—you only get what you deserve! [Verse 2] You see the chain of command gettin' nervous in their shoes now, they gotta face the truth of who's gon' win and who's gon' lose now. A history of bonuses just handed out like candy, but that sweet talk turns to poison when the numbers aren't so handy. It's confrontational, I know, I see it on their face, they wish we'd all just get along inside this comfortable place. But that below-average history makes the parting line so clear, no arguments or HR trips when you're no longer needed here. It’s not a punishment, it's just the purest form of data, your contribution level measured out, no 'see you lata'. The A-players respect it, 'cause it validates their vision, it’s only those who coast that call the truth a hard decision. [Chorus] No Peanut Butter—this ain't a potluck! No Peanut Butter—runnin' out of your luck! No Peanut Butter—need to see the bell-shaped curve! No Peanut Butter—you only get what you deserve!