(Intro)
Plastic Kin
Plastic Kin
Plastic flesh
Plastic skin
Crafting plastic hits,
It's hauling ass to cash it in.
Plastic kin
Plastic kin
Scavenging the plastic bins.
Snatching plastic hits,
It's all that's ever asked of them.

(Verse 1)
Hello, the caveat's spoken up
And it surely seems you are not welcome here.
We have got these mamas in bras cupped with coconuts,
Their slurred speech is pouring shots of Belvedere.
Yes, and you. You're welcome there,
But all foretold, we are seldom there.
So it's like, once the doors fold and shelter is bare,
Prepare ya' chess piece checkered where my MCs Escher.
Etching a sketch of cryptic diss Methods in Wesley's cellar.
Best some depth fund the impetus, lest we expend the tremors,
Jeopardizing this scribe's threats penned in friendly gesture.
I'm not peddling anything. Check my empty dresser.
Yeah yeah yeah, ha ha.
All caps in scrawl and yap, factoring his Zsa Zsa.
Sprawled across the map, with bags sagging like a Dali clock.
Watch the genre Trap like *flap flap* , It's time the Wakas flock.

(Bridge 1)
Plastic kin
Plastic kin
Plastic head
Plastic limbs
Crafting plastic hits,
Shit, caught a bunch of glass in 'em.
Plastic kin
Plastic kin
Shrapnel to the abdomen.
Trap the plastic hits.
Quick, gather what it is happening.

(Chorus 1)
All I know is when you call
I will be wasting time,
But I don't mind.
[Death by vultures]
It's just so catchy when I fall,
Just know there is no mind.
No, I don't mind.
[Death by vultures]

(Verse 2)
Blaka blaka, rasta pastas
Don the balaclavas, pop the lamas on ya'.
Blahblahblah, I'm monsta'. Cop the ganja.
Blahblahblah, I'm hotta'. Blahblahblah, Sriracha.
Blahblahblah, for love of God, I've locked in all my chakras.
Lamb masala, naan, basmati calms the eata', hasheesha,
Vis a vis Hasta la vista. Papi Guava's got the cheese, ma.
Mira, dame chicas lindas. Las camicitas, pariba 'riba.
Viva la plaga de non sequita'.
[ha ha ha ha]
Excuse me, rudely channeling high cruise control.
Just trafficking a rouse,
The role is 'Tap into my Uwe Boll'.
I'm shelling coin for extra life,
Like spamming hordes of Koopa troop.
One in the same, It muddles the game.
I'm less 'annoyed', more 'hella tight'
My grammar sports Tanooki suits,
Above the terrain, a lummox complains.
Yeah, but fuck it. Once the GAMMAS raise( gamma rays) b-bombs to tail castles.
Toggle: faMine, chAin piRanhas, raIn ChOmps, hail the
flagpole.

(Bridge 2)
Plastic kin
Plastic kin
Monsters headed after them.
Crafting abolitionist
Fodder for the plastic den.
Bash it in
Bash it in
Plastic's dead,
Casket's in.
Calling all marauders...
We caught the last of them.

(Chorus 2)
All I know is when you call
I will be saving mind.
So, I don't mind.
[Breath by culture]
I know you'll catch me when I fall,
I Only hope there's time
For growth of mind.
[Breath by culture]