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plasthic slash & spion liape – king of all diseases lyrics

[verse 1: plasthic slash]
forty two year old having trouble with bills, what a shame!
i saved for the rainy day, but not this hurricane
my total cash amount won’t fill gas in my tank
that’s after taking into account what i still have in the bank
i don’t mind doing shady deals to keep the lights on
y’all should link me up with eminem let me pitch these tight songs
to feed mine, i’m trying to get the bag like street crime
been punching the clock too long, i need some me time
inflation? what am i to say? makes poorer by the day
i read online, friend of mine just bought an audemars piguet
while he was pitching me this risky deal, i was freaking out
would have a feather in my cap if i didn’t chicken out
not keen to further my schooling, why pay money for stress?
my sojourn through the lions den wasn’t a roaring success
this black cloud is about to lead me off the straight and narrow
i’m trying to expel the darkness but so far, i’ve been chasing shadows

[hook: plasthic slash]
sinking into despair, a sad state of affairs
ever seen a fully grown man reduced to tears?
trying not to go to pieces as the hopelessness increases
being impoverished is the king of all diseases

[verse 2: plasthic slash]
these days, i stay home weekdays on a whim
been in bed watching the ceiling fan, three days on a spin
no laundry done, just laying there blasting my records
need peeps to help get my act together like casting directors
hard to see bread nowadays, can’t recall what b+tter is
god been f+cking me for a while, i’m bout to ask her what are we?
i’m the hot core of a collapsed dust cloud in sp+ce, a born star
that just wants to make money from his passion like a p+rn star
some guy paid me 12k to pen for him, didn’t know i’d write for less
i burnt the midnight oil but never became an overnight success
friend that’s works for dhl posted me till i got fed up
if the shoe was on the other foot, i’d give him a leg up
but i know everyone’s going through some sh+t things are too bl++dy
if i ever spit on his grave, it’ll be 16 bar eulogy
to my own ears, this all sounds terrible, very corny
just one big pity party like a burial ceremony

- plasthic slash spion liape lyrics

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