trashyy hoee💅🏻💋

Ever go to a chinese restaurant and you ask for a soy sauce and you end up with like, 49 packets?

This ain’t just a song—it’s a salty anthem for the over-sauced and under-prepared. “Too Much Sauce (The Soypocalypse)” explodes with distorted punk guitars, sarcastic rap-rock vocals, and enough chaotic energy to make your laundry reek of regret. A meme-core fever dream meets ADHD rebellion, it’s part culinary horror, part headbang-worthy banger. Whether you’re drowning in condiment packets or just vibing to high-octane absurdity, this one’s for you. Turn it up, chant along, and embrace the soy storm. #saucesurvivor

Lyrics:

Walked into the spot just tryna get fed,
Chow mein dreamin', noodles in my head.
I said, "Yo, just one packet, if you got it,"
They said, "Bet," and dropped a soy sauce comet.

Rainin' down like a monsoon of brine,
Fifty lil' packets, now the table's a mine.
What am I? A freakin' condiment hoarder?
Drownin’ in salt, outta pocket, no order.

Sticky in my pocket, in the seat of my car,
Found one in the washer, now my laundry's bizarre.
I can't return 'em, can't throw 'em away—
Soypocalypse, baby, welcome to the buffet.

🎵 I got too much sauce, I’m slippin’ in the drip,
Tiny packets stackin’ like apocalypse ships.
Drownin’ in the bitter, ain't no escape,
One taste and I'm wakin' up feelin’ like tape.
Too much sauce—can’t breathe, can’t cope,
This chow mein life got me losin’ hope. 🎵

Gave some to the mailman, paid rent in salt,
Used ‘em as weights in my gym assault.
Wrote a message in soy on the neighbor’s wall—
“Stop parking crooked, this is your final call.”

Marinated socks just chillin’ in my drawer,
Flavor-infused laundry, now I’m hardcore.
Used ‘em like tarot, read my fate real slow—
“You will find peace… in sodium, bro.”

[(Bridge – Spoken, chaotic build-up with background whispers of “soy… soy… soy…”)]
It’s not just a packet…
It’s a lifestyle.
It’s a revolution.
It’s a slippery slope of fermented despair.

[(Breakdown – Heavy guitars, whispered delivery)]
Little shots of bitter salt,
Lined up like regrets in a vault.
Tear one open, let it flow…
This is the flavor of my soul.

🎵 Too much sauce! (TOO MUCH SAUCE!)
Every drawer, every pocket, I’m the condiment boss!
Soy storm’s comin’ and I got no plan,
Just me and a bottle and a backup van!
Too much sauce! (TOO MUCH SAUCE!)
Got a flavor addiction I can’t toss off!
This ain't a meal—it’s survival mode,
In the temple of takeout, I walk the code. 🎵

“One packet… turned into a thousand… I never stood a chance…”
“So salty… so… sticky…”
“Too much sauce…”

Too Much Sauce (The Soypocalypse)

Certified Instant Successer™

Step 1: Say anything with confidence.
Step 2: Add “success” in your bio.
Step 3: Lie louder than everyone else.
Step 4: Drop this track in the background and look important.

Why work hard when you can just talk fast and manifest fake deals? 

Bullshit. Success. Repeat.

BULLSHIT. SUCCESS.

No plan. No stress.
Just clout. Just press.
Cap clean. Talk loud.
They cheer. You’re proud.
Bullshit! Success!
Bullshit! Success!
Say less — impress.
Talk crap — get blessed.
Bullshit! Success!
Bullshit! Success!
Say less — impress.
Talk crap — get blessed.
bullshit… success…
bullshit… success…
No skill? No prob.
Post vibes. Get job.
Rent suit. Say “CEO.”
Book flight. Don’t go.
Be loud, stay vague.
Sell dreams, fake stage.
Talk fast, sound wise.
They’ll clap — no lies.
Bullshit! Success!
Bullshit! Success!
Fake it! Flex it!
Cap it! Bless it!
Own the show… show… show…
bullshit… and… success…

BULLSHIT SUCCESS

This track ain’t just furniture-core — it’s furniture war. “Couch Got Hands” is a lo-fi trap-electropop fusion dipped in stoner meme energy, twisted humor, and genuinely cinematic chaos. One moment you’re vibing, the next you’re in a full-blown smackdown with your own loveseat. Built on gritty basslines, ambient glitch textures, and dynamic vocal shifts from lazy flow to full theatrical breakdown, this is the most dramatic couch story since the Craigslist free section. Turn it up, laugh hard, and beware your own living room — comfort might come at a cost.

Lyrics:

Yeah…
It was supposed to be chill.
But the couch…
The couch chose violence.

Sat down slow, mindin’ my biz
Just wanted chips and emotional bliss
Remote in hand, vibe was prime
Then the cushion swung like it did time

Caught my knee with the force of God
Flipped my drink, broke my pod
Dog looked up like “bro, you good?”
Nah. This couch just repped its hood.

Left armrest jabbed me in the ribs
Middle seat swallowed all my chips
Tried to stand — got ankle-tripped
Now I’m limpin’ from a furniture crypt

This ain’t IKEA, this is war
This ain’t plush, this is gore
Every nap a battle lost
How much pain can comfort cost?

Couch got hands, and it ain’t afraid
Throwin’ elbows like it’s gettin’ paid
You sit down soft, it hits you hard
Cushion swingin’ like it’s tryna catch a charge

Couch got hands, I can’t escape
Built like a trap and smells like fate
It saw my soul, it took a stand
Now I sleep on the floor ’cause the couch got hands

Tried to talk it out — got sucker punched
Tried to deep clean — it uppercut lunch
Tried to bring peace with Febreze
It straight-up growled and bit my knees

This ain’t just foam, it’s trauma plush
Built on secrets, dust, and mistrust
Used to cuddle — now we beefin’
Caught me slippin’ while I was eatin’

I swear it moves when I don’t look
I found receipts — that couch can cook
It ordered stuff from my Prime
How’d it buy a taser with no spine?

Every crease holds secrets.
Every cushion holds rage.
It remembers everything.
Even that time…
You spilled nacho cheese.

Couch got hands, and it threw ‘em fast
Caught me nappin’ — that was my last
You think it’s soft? Try your luck
That couch roundhouse kicked my emotional trust

Couch got hands, it knows my sins
Saw my dreams and did me in
I don’t sit. I don’t stand.
I just hide… from the couch with hands.

New couch arrives Friday.
Pray it don’t got beef.

Couch Got Hands

A high-octane punk rock anthem capturing the chaotic yet heartfelt moments of parenthood. Inspired by the likes of Tenacious D and early Blink-182, this track blends frantic guitar riffs, slap bass, and theatrical vocals to narrate a dad's split-second decision to save his child. It's a comedic rollercoaster that turns everyday parenting mishaps into legendary tales.



I Accidentally Threw My Toddler Across the Room

Я — тракторист! (I Am the Tractor Driver)
Born from diesel, raised in the fields, and forged in fire — this folk-metal war anthem is back from the underground.

🇺🇦 Inspired by the absurd and heroic — tractors pulling tanks, farmers becoming legends.

🎸 For fans of battle metal, meme-metal, and cult Eastern European soundscapes.

🛠️ Originally recorded in [YEAR if you want to include it], this track lives again — louder, weirder, and more defiant than ever.

🔁 Repost if you believe in diesel supremacy.

👇 Full lyrics below:
Синє небо, жовте поле,  
По полях реве мотор.  
Все іде по плану, друзі,  
Я не хлопець - я герой!

Що там блищить за горбом?  
Підбитий танк, сам не йде...  
Кидаю трос, кручу ключа -  
Ворогам тут смерть прийде!

Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Тягну залізо - мій бойовий трофей!  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Поле моє - це бій за урожай!

Гусениці в грязюці тонуть,  
В мене - дизель, сила є!  
Що для мене той броньований звір?  
Трактор все перетягне!

Село чекає, діти раді,  
Ще один трофей іде!  
Фотка в інтернет - хай бачать,  
Хто українське поле стереже!

Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Тягну залізо - ворогу на стид!  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Грядка моя - мій фронт і рубіж!

Поле... ще заміноване...  
В небі... стежать...  
Але... хліб чекає...  
Я йду... я йду...

Йду на поле - там ще міни,  
В небі - дрони, смерті знак...  
Та земля чекає хліба,  
Плуг мій ріже чорний шлях!

Піт по спині, серце стука,  
В кожнім дні - новий бой!  
Бо працюю я для хліба,  
Для родини й для землі!

Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Під мінами - жнива почну!  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Я - тракторист! (Ха!)  
Врожай спасу - бо маю йти!

В мене трос - як ланцюг долі...  
В мене трактор - як танк волі!  
Серед хліба, серед неба -  
Я тягну сталь, де треба!

Я - тракторист!  
Так, я - тракторист!  
Сила землі!  
Житиме земля!

#TractorCoreIsReal

Я — тракторист! 🚜 | War Metal Diesel Anthem (Folk-Metal Underground)

Lumina is a neon-charged explosion of EDM meme-core energy at 140 BPM. Opening with a cinematic, tension-building intro, the track glitches and surges forward with risers that bend reality before dropping into colossal festival-sized bass growls. Euphoric leads slice through the chaos, while glitchy textures and meme-like twists keep the vibe unpredictable and playful. Designed for the biggest stages, Lumina is a chaotic yet radiant ride — equal parts hype, humor, and hard-hitting bass.

Lumina

I remembered this song from back in the day, then after not being able to find a suitable remix for my DJ sets, I made my own.

Amazing Horse (DJ Amaya's 2025 Trance Enthusiasts Bootleg Remix)

Collapse Protocol detonates at 140 BPM, fusing electro meme-core chaos with cinematic energy and bone-rattling bass growls. It’s the sound of a system meltdown—glitching alarms, distorted sirens, and digital shockwaves tearing through walls of sound. Every drop hits like an emergency override, pulsing with high-voltage festival energy and tongue-in-cheek glitch madness. Equal parts apocalypse and party anthem, this track is your invitation to dance through the destruction.

Collapse Protocol

🧪⚗️M̴̧̹̫̩̘̟̀̿͘ͅͅő̴͙͒͗̏̚s̸̢̖̘͇̜̱̆̏͑̍̀̉̄̔t̸̨̮͇͍̭͆̿̊̔̌̍̕͝r̵̨̤̬̣͔̮̠̹̮̽̾̆̄̈̓͝i̶̦̬͎̠̓l̷͚̱̟͍̞̭̥̉́̑͗͒̽̚͝͝͠ì̴͓̦̙̓̑̈̈́̽c̴͎͕̫̽͊̅̈́̀̊̉u̶͔̙̺̯̳͍͋̄̈́́a̷͚̗̩̥͉͇̿̒͊̏̇́d̶̡͓͝ó̵̫͕̙͈͍̉̊̽̽̈̊r̶̨̛̜͍̻̞̩̹̜͈̻̽̓̃̆̆͑͂̅̕a̸̞̍͠🐾⚛️

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

Runi Tigvaldson is a Ukrainian dark folk and metal artist creating Pagan Dark Folk, ritual-inspired fantasy music, mythpunk, and heavy metal. 
His works are not just folklore, but reimagined myths and grimdark fantasy soundscapes - blending Ukrainian cultural roots, northern pagan echoes, and modern rock/metal energy. 
From ritual chants and dark folk atmospheres to cinematic rock ballads and doom metal, his art explores the borderlands of darkness and light. 
Discover more on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDIP7DM9otumQvPaL4GcMEQ

Runi Tigvaldson - український артист, що творить у жанрі Pagan Dark Folk, фантазійної ритуальної музики, міфпанку та важкого металу. 
Його стиль - це не буквальний фольклор, а переосмислені міфи та grimdark fantasy-звукові світи, де українські корені переплітаються з північними язичницькими відгомонами та сучасною рок/метал енергією. 
Від ритуальних співів і темного фолку до кінематографічних рок-балад і дум-металу - це подорож крізь темряву й світло. 
Дивись більше на YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCDIP7DM9otumQvPaL4GcMEQ

🌑 Pagan Dark Folk • Ritual Fantasy • Mythpunk • Heavy Metal • Cinematic Rock • Grimdark Atmosphere

アメリカンEDM J-POP／K-POP／アニソン／アイドルリミックスDJとMINIKOMA☆のギターとプロデューサーです。 
出演依頼/Booking: djamayaofficiallives@gmail.com

DJ Webrix brings chaos to the stage with a signature blend of hybrid trap, dubstep, and meme-fueled bass. Known as “Your Baby Mama’s Favorite DJ,” Webrix doesn’t just play tracks — he creates glitch-ridden journeys that flip between cinematic buildups, filthy drops, and euphoric dancefloor anthems. His sound is pure nightlife energy: wild, unapologetic, and unforgettable.

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