This is a song about "Soild waste and how it harms the environment"

Can’t you see just how long my run

And that´s how it has begun

Promise me you won't step out of line

I look and see it as a waste of time

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers how they speak and kick it

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be

And i came up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Check out my scrotum and how it sags,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be