[Intro - slow rumbling bass, sound of a diesel engine and reversing beeps] [A My Artwork production by @badmunk] [Vocals: Aggressive, heavy UK grime flow like Stormzy] Yeah. Gated community. You think those walls keep the dirt out? [Verse 1 - rapid, biting delivery over sparse heavy drums] Tuesday morning, six AM, pulling up the avenue Tossing black bags in the back, checking the residue You drive the Bentley, you wear the Rolex, look at me with disgust But I’m the one sorting through the rot and the rust! I see the shredded bank statements, burner phones in the muck I know exactly who is down on their luck. You wave your manicured hand, tell me to move the truck along You think I'm just the bin man, singing a worker's song. [Pre-Chorus - synths swell, siren wails in the distance] Polyethylene secrets, rotting in the sun. You throw away the evidence when the deed is done. But I’m the scavenger, I’m the crow on the wire. Collecting the kindling for a massive fire! [Chorus - explosive grime drop, heavy 808s, roaring vocals] Never trust a bin man on your pristine street! I got the receipts, yeah, I got the heat! You think your rubbish goes straight to the tip? I got the leverage, I'm tightening the grip! I see the blood on the napkins, the powder on the glass! I'm cataloging everything you leave in the grass! [Verse 2 - slower, more menacing and calculating] Mr. Henderson at number four, throwing out the silken rope. Mrs. Vance at number ten, abandoning all her hope. I bag it up, tag it up, lock it in the shed. Building a profile of the neighborhood dead. They tried to bribe me with a fifty, told me to keep quiet. They don't realize I'm the one starting the riot. [Bridge - beat cuts out completely, eerie drone] [Spoken word, low and dangerous] You see, I used to carry a badge. Until this very community paid the commissioner to take it away. You thought I was looking for blackmail money? [Outro - beat returns twice as fast, chaotic and triumphant] [Barking, aggressive rap] I'm collecting the DNA! Extracting the skin! Proving this cul-de-sac is a cult of sin! The warrants are signed! The sirens are near! The bin man is the reason you're trembling in fear! Take out the trash! [Sound of a garbage compactor crushing, police sirens overwhelming the track] [End]
