[Intro – Sparse Digital Beat, Spoken Rap, Cocky Nasal Sneer] Hey, assholes! Welcome to my dump! Wipe your fucking feet before you step in my junk. I got standards. Waste Management. Waste Management. [Verse 1 – Lazy Cocky Rap] Escavalier, Sir Slow-as-Fuck in borrowed plate, Twenty base Speed, I could fucking rot while I wait. Dex says “high speed”? Who signed off on that claim? First royal decree: stop fucking lying on your name. Sir Shoplift-a-Shell, playing chevalier, That's Shelmet's fucking house, not knightly souvenir. Robbed another bug naked, wore his crib on your back, Then marched into my kingdom flexing stolen scrap. Look at those arms, what the fuck is that gear? Two dildo-ass lances and you're waving 'em here. Call yourself a knight with that shit on display, Motherfucker came to joust but dressed for foreplay. Sir Public Indecency, kids are outside, Put your fucking lances down, it's broad daylight. They asked for Excalibur, you misunderstood, Pulled out Sexcalibur in a family neighborhood. Hundred-thirty-five Attack? Okay, tin man can bang, But four-times weak to Fire makes that armor cellophane. And you brought Darmanitan? That's a beautiful plan: Sir Cremated-by-His-Teammate, meet your flame man. Strip Shelmet's shell off, toss the knight in the trash. Your Majesty has spoken. Now recycle his ass. [Chorus – Huge Electro-Rave Drop] Trash king! Trash crown! Bow the fuck down! Waste Management! I run this dump now! Filth on the throne, putting class in the trash, Dumpster-born royalty, crown on the bag. Talk trash, get trashed, better watch what you say, Bow to Your Majesty... Now kiss my fucking ring. [Verse 2 – Escalating Aggressive Rap] Dumb-manitan, big red fuck, throwing a tantrum, Hundred-forty Attack, zero anger management. Dex says one punch makes a dump truck collapse? Motherfucker, that's my ride! Get the fuck off my cab! [Fast Stomping Flow] Big fists. Red face. No brains. All rage. Flare Blitz. Full send. Face-first. Again. Hit me, hurt you. That's your genius technique? Every swing you throw takes a chunk off your cheeks. I don't need to counter, motherfucker, just crash, Darmani-tantrum throwing hands with Darmani-ass. [Beat Cut] Half health. Wait... Where'd all that tough-guy shit go? [Zen Mode – Slow Deadpan] Now his eyes close. Now the breathing gets slow. Big angry bastard suddenly discovering Zen Mode. One minute King Kong, balls full of rage, Next minute lawn ornament meditating backstage. Beat you so hard you found a higher mental state. Namaste, motherfucker. Waste Management. [Chorus – Huge Electro-Rave Drop] Trash king! Trash crown! Bow the fuck down! Waste Management! I run this dump now! Filth on the throne, putting class in the trash, Dumpster-born royalty, crown on the bag. Talk trash, get trashed, better watch what you say, Bow to Your Majesty... Now kiss my fucking ring. [Verse 3 – Fast Dense Rhyme Chains] Mienshao? Fuck you, motherfucker, this is mein show, High-low, fight pose, fifty levels in the dojo, Nice clothes, long sleeves, pretty fur for the photo, Garbodor at thirty-six, bitch, you're fourteen too slow. Long hands, black bands, fancy black-belt stance, Soft frame, no game, sixty Defense in those pants, Big sass, cheap class, bitch, you ain't built to last, Bend you over, Gunk Shot straight up your ass. High Jump, hype punk, miss once, health gets chunked, Jump kick, dumb shit, half your fucking life gets dumped, Fight type, strike twice, all that training goes to waste, Poison resists Fighting, barely scratch my fucking face. Pressure gets tight, now you're taking mein flight, Fight night, stage fright, U-turn outta sight, Regenerator kicks in, then you run for mein life, Mein speed, mein feet, anything but mein fight. Come back, chin high, like retreat was mein plan, Mein stance, mein chance, little kung-fu con man, Mein pride, mein hide, now you're trapped where I am, No U-turn this time. Welcome to mein land. {Switch} Poison pouring from the bag, fill the whole ring with Dampf, Miss another High Jump Kick, legs locking up in Krampf, Trash king through your dojo, every fucking step: Stampf! You must be exausted.... Come! step in my shower.... Welcome to Mein fucking Kampf! [Bridge – instrumental Ominous Rave drop] [Build up] Still calling me garbage? Garbage grows. Level thirty-six. Bag splits. Garbodor. And when Gen Five got one Gigantamax? Guess who. Keep kicking the bag. See what happens when the landfill kicks back. [Final Chorus – Maximum Rave Drop] Trash king! Trash crown! Bow the fuck down! Waste Management! I run this dump now! Fake knight in the scrap, Rage ape in the ash, Black belt in the sludge, Three more bags for the trash. Filth on the throne, putting class in the trash, Dumpster-born royalty, crown on the bag. Talk trash, get trashed, better watch what you say, Bow to Your Majesty... Now kiss my fucking ring. [Outro – Raspy Spoken] Next time you say “trash”... Say Your Majesty.
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