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Wait, let me test a hypothesis

Imposter sit and rest your chest on a bed of false promises

these prodigious, projects is, prodding this impoverished bitch

and lies got him feeling as horny as six rhinoceros

The king has risen

written little raps in prisms

ripping the beat till it bleeds distorted rhythms

discord sizzling like flared tempers

or rare tender steak I need a medium