Never stuttering, tongue tied nor runnin flutterin down on my knees. I got no time for fake individuals poppin lips druelin as they leak. Spreadin b.s. round the way, straight frustratin the man inside of me. I got the games around the neck choked out n beggin please. My tummies rumblin, hungry n diggin into my fantasies. Feedin on timeless moments hoverin, bustin loose at the seems. Droppin single letters in phrases explainin so many things. Gettin at it n Putin in the work rollin up my sleeves. I got no time for simple lil nitwits in my way as I'm tryin to breathe. Callin out n havin conversations as the mirror bleeds. I'm as sane as the trigger squeezed pleadin pretty please. So if u don't wanna witness my insanity rip loose go ahead n flee. Cuz I got no time for a sanitarium that's not helpin me.
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