O Supervisor

I caught a tiny little fishy in the minigame
Wish that i could fly away
But this RPG don't gimme what i need
My character is an office drudge
You need some rupees if you want a level up
Something feels fixed. there is no way to win
No way you can advance in the time given
My supervisor logs in with bonuses
His combos suck my energy, even if he misses
I think he used the cheat
I think he used the cheat
Girl
You are a pawn on Boss' board
No means of production
Girl
You are afraid in Boss' world
With no market attraction
Oh supervisor
You are a phantom
Oh supervisor
More to you than ranting
Read the report
And skip the bigger words
You'll only mispronounce 'em
You're like kirby, sucking all the surplus value
A little less kawaii and a lot more salaryman
You best be careful, i'm not gonna take your shit
My stomach needs your money, but my ass is gonna quit
You strut up to me, like you're really going to say something
Like we're in the british raj, and you really wanna say something
I may have coded something extra, in my lunch break
You best act less colonial, for your own sake
You raise your hand. i lilt at ya
Diddley idle dye dydle dydle dydle dydle doh
I embed a meme-virus in my song
It re-contextualise you so you know you don't got long
Anticipated all your arguments
For example
Among the many charges levelled
One is i'm an intellectual snob
Wait a minute, (no!) sometimes people just wrong
No post-structuralist loophole you can hide in
What you're doing's not literary criticism
Just kidding
I can talk dialectics and reflexivity with the best of 'em
But that just means that i can deconstruct your -isms to nothing
Along with all that other shit
Got the knowledge down the public library, just doin' it
I'm on the last dungeon. you're gonna take a hit
I'm on the last dungeon and you're gonna take a hit
Girl
You are a pawn on Boss' board
No means of production
Girl
You are a stain on Boss' drawers
Got no market attraction
Oh supervisor
I'm gonna fix you
My magic bar is full
You'll take a pounding
Oh super boss
I found the master sword

I don't want your desk job
If the game is stacked
I take the power back
If the level don't exist
Take a keyboard and code it
If my game's so wrong
Tell it to me in your song
What's the matter, can't sing?
Too busy? I win
Oh supervisor
You are a phantom
Your corporate wings are clipped
More to you than ranting
Read the report
And skip the bigger words
You'll only mispronounce 'em