It's garbage day, time to kick you to the curb

you think you're so sweet, all you do is disturb (ME)

i try to keep this place a little classy

that's why you gotta go, you're way too trashy

Your attitude stinks, it's rotten to the core

getting rid of you is just a daily chore

don't bother me one bit to see you go

tired of you sharing things no one needs to know

Always being snide and throwing hella shade

then you run and hide, oh my god, YOU'RE afraid?!

you went and set me off - just like a hand grenade

now i'm cleaning up this mess, but i ain't no maid

you're garbage

I need a hefty bag for all- your- bullstuff

extra jumbo size to make sure it all fits

'cuz you've been accumulating quite a lot

i asked you a few times "can you please stop!?"

But you didn't, and now here we are

i didn't think you'd really take it this far

betcha wish you listened when i told ya butt to chill

now you're freaking out on your way to the landfill

I don't need your filth, this ain't no fear factor

it's time for you to go in the compactor

yeah, you ain't nothing but trouble

that's why you belong with the rubble

you're garbage