He bought the suit, he bought the mic Bought a little throne for the stock-pick light Typed out a dream in a rented suite Called it truth when it hit the feed He feeds the screen with a plastic grin Same old buzzword, paper-thin skin Every clean lie gets a glossy coat But the plebs got eyes and they know the joke Spin it up Dress it up Call it vision, call it luck Spin it up Shove it out We can smell the slop around Slippery slop, slippery slop You can't clean that mess up Slippery slop, slippery slop We drag it through the mud Slippery slop, slippery slop All your gold turns rust Slippery slop, slippery slop And the plebs don't trust He wants the room to nod on cue Wants every headline pre-approved A thousand posts, a fake-ass glow All dressed up and nowhere to go He hides behind a machine-made mask Feeds the beast and prays it lasts But every shiny little fairy tale Breaks apart when the receipts get nailed Spin it up Dress it up Call it genius, call it tough Spin it up Shove it out We can smell the slop around Slippery slop, slippery slop You can't clean that mess up Slippery slop, slippery slop We drag it through the mud Slippery slop, slippery slop All your gold turns rust Slippery slop, slippery slop And the plebs don't trust You wanted cheers You got the crowd You wanted smoke Now choke it down No more king No more script Just a boot print On your slip Slippery slop, slippery slop You can't clean that mess up Slippery slop, slippery slop We drag it through the mud Slippery slop, slippery slop All your gold turns rust Slippery slop, slippery slop And the plebs don't trust Slippery slop Slip, slip, slop Slippery slop Right where you belong
