Waste Management E

Mic check, mic check. This world is a mess, And it's up to all of us to clean It up. The city needs me, I'm the fucking Man. Waste management. I stay the route and stick to the plan. Waste management. I put a union worker on the Map. Waste management. I'll clean you up and put you in a Can, haha. Riding in the whip, Shit, I deserve a raise, man. All I do is pick up all this slack. Waste management. Learning all the tricks, Make it happen with a switch. Know the city like the back of my hand. I close my eyes and all I see is Trash cans. I could have been a boxer, You should see these fast hands. But I'm a trash man, the opps plotting the End of me. Call me Batman 'cause the city Depend on me. It's time to clean up every Nook and every cranny. I'm driving through your street, wave hello to your Granny. I thank God for this job that I Found, 'cause I bring a shine every time I Come around. Whether Teamsters or SEIU, Every union member is a sexy fly dude or Chick or they/them, you know we had to do It to 'em. Bringing back a movement and we Causing mayhem. Ahem. Union drip, drip, hit another lick. Lifting up a trash can, then I make it Flip. This a long route, not a sprint, It's a marathon. Everywhere I go, I'm screaming, "Unionize Amazon!" She working on her figure doing reps. Waste management. Gripping on her body during sex. Waste management. Shit, I think I picked up IBS. Waste management. My boss is such a motherfucking Mess. Riding in the whip, shit, I deserve a raise, Man. All I do is pick up all this Slack. Waste management. Learning all the tricks, make it happen with a Switch. Know the city like the back of my Hand. Now I'm cutting all the bullshit out my life. See it I'm coming for it if it's not Right. Like Jimmy. So call me if you know you got junk. My number's 1-800-GOT-FUNK. I'm underpaid, lately I'm underlaid. Overworked, understand I got mine underway. I'm talking revolution, something new and original. Y'all recycle material, I believe in a miracle. Had to earn my stripes in the streets of Struggle. You are scared of a puddle, I do My job in the thunder. Sometimes I look up to the sky and I Wonder, how's there food in the trash and people Dying of hunger? It's grocery companies throwing Away all the food. With all the cruelty, No wonder that it turns people rude. But what do I know? Look, I'm just a dude. But maybe just imagine it. Waste management. Five in the morning, pulling up to the plant 'cause I was raised Mexican, not Mexicant. I'm standing on business and you better believe that I'll put a union worker on the map. Last time