**Song Title: "Street Garbage" (Trap Rock / Horrorcore Rant)**
**Style notes:** Fast, choppy Tech N9ne-style flow with heavy rock/nu-metal guitar riffs underneath—distorted bass, aggressive drums, and a trippy hook that flips from rage to dark sarcasm. Imagine Tool-level tension mixed with Imagine Dragons energy but dirtier.
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**[Intro – Spoken, low & gritty, building distortion]**
These fuckin' hookers out on the street...
Takin' up space like they own the concrete...
I don't know how much more I can take...
Dispose of properly—that's what the cans say...
**[Verse 1 – Rapid fire, multisyllabic]**
Hookers on the block, hoggin' up the sidewalk real estate,
Pimpin' out the corner, turnin' public space to private plate,
I'm tryna walk my path but they blockin' like a cheap debate,
Frustration boilin' over, TBI scar twitchin' in my face.
Garbage everywhere, literal and the human kind,
Wrappers, needles, promises—left behind,
"Dispose of properly" printed on the bin,
But the whole damn street lookin' like they threw the system in.
I don't recycle, nah, I just survive the grind,
Should start some day though, clear the trash up in my mind,
Planet's burnin' slow while I'm fightin' inner wars,
Save the world? Shit, I'm barely savin' me from these whores.
**[Chorus – Catchy, screamed/sung with rock chorus energy]**
Dispose of properly! That's what the garbage cans scream,
I don't recycle but one day I'll join the green team,
Save the planet, save the world—different rules in every state,
Relax the drama, motherfucker, before it seals my fate!
Hookers takin' space, garbage in my face,
How much can I take? How much can I take?
Dispose of properly—clean it up or break,
Save the planet, save the world, before it's too late!
**[Verse 2 – Slower, darker horrorcore flow]**
Dave the planet? Nah, Dave's probably out here scorin' too,
World's a dumpster fire, recyclin' lies they feed to you,
One state says paper, next one plastic in the blue,
I'm crossin' lines confused, losin' screws, what the fuck I gotta do?
Black-and-white thinkin' got me seein' red in HD,
BPD spirals mixin' with this street-level debris,
They takin' space I need for breathin', space I lost from that bat swing,
Now I'm ghost in a trailer, plottin' mushrooms while the anger sing.
Relax the drama—easy said from the cheap seats,
I'm the freak in the paint, veins of rust runnin' deep beats,
Should start recyclin' pain into these bars I create,
Turn the garbage into gold, manifest a better fate.
**[Bridge – Half-sung, atmospheric, building tension]**
I don't know how much I can take... (echo)
Dispose of properly... before the whole world breaks...
Different rules, different states, same old mistakes...
Relax... relax... but the rage don't wait...
**[Chorus – Explosive, full band]**
Dispose of properly! That's what the garbage cans scream,
I don't recycle but one day I'll join the green team,
Save the plane
Ashonedge
