199: i say it like it is.

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Sharp tongue, no filter; you serve while I deliver. Silver tongue, no filler; clearer that any liquor.

Ass kisser that ain't me, you get exactly what you see. People pleaser that ain't me, won't do no dishes for free.

Metal mouth as I run my mouth, never had my doubts when it comes about. You know what it's all about when it comes around, like a motor bike running round and round, on these thereabouts asking your whereabouts.

Braindead that ain't me, too awake for thee. Copycat that ain't me, guess I just wasn't meant to be.

Headstrong, griller; always look on both mirrors. Bonafide, killer; genre so good guess it must be a thriller.

New year, new me, got some new integrity; and a shot of clarity, and all the bullshit that I see. WiFi, reception, I'm calling these projections; I'm breaking out the tension, bout to give a lession like it's an intervention.

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