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I think you are twisted

Hey stop
Are you going to take my time
Since when were you a general of king
You write skim messages
From different numbers
Says that it is not you
But the whole concept is, of course, you
Think you’ve got a flick
You did everything to let me go
So be it
I deserve something better
But you have to give you into the game
And I say no