[Vinyl scratch] [Beat drops: a breakbeat with a hard kick and snare"] [Verse 1] Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no surprise The stench in the kitchen got me openin' up my eyes Boyfriend on the couch, glued to the TV screen Claimin' he's too tired, ain't got no energy, know what I mean? I said, "Listen up, honey, you been sittin' all day long This ain't no request, this is the chorus of my song The trash is overflowin', a mountain of disgrace And if you don't take it out, you'll be leavin' this place." [Chorus] [Cuts and scratches of "Take it out!" "Don't mess with me!" and "Let's go!"] Take it out! The funky garbage can! Take it out! You're my man, understand? Take it out! Don't make me get loud! Take it out! Before I throw you out of this house! [More scratches and a reverse vocal sample of "trash"] [Verse 2] He started with the excuses, a real smooth operator "I'll get it later, baby, I'll deal with it, see you later." I grabbed the liner, tied it with a knot so tight Told him, "Don't you dare come back inside 'til you do what's right." The fruit flies are buzzin', a miniature posse The whole apartment's smellin' like some old-school posse. He sighed and he groaned, put on his worn-out sneakers And I just smiled, 'cause I'm the ultimate speaker. [Chorus] [Cuts and scratches of "Take it out!" "Don't mess with me!" and "Let's go!"] Take it out! The funky garbage can! Take it out! You're my man, understand? Take it out! Don't make me get loud! Take it out! Before I throw you out of this house! [More scratches and a reverse vocal sample of "trash"] [Outro] [Beat fades a bit, with heavy scratches and a vocal sample of "You got it, girl!"] Yeah, that's right... He finally did it... The fresh air is comin' back... And now he knows who runs this whole show... Word up... peace out! [Record scratch and needle lift]
