This is a song about "Garbage"

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Your shit is so consistent with garbage lines.

Tell me anything you want

Overdosed on that garbage, brain washed

Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

They talk say cool jew na the man

Fuck of man u smell like a garbage can

Mainstream artists are all retarded illuminati makin profits off garbage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

From products that are worse than garbage behind the garage

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Creations of garbage meaning you have no vocation,

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage