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You called
I'm gone
Or I can't be fucked to answer y'all
Irrelevant masses, watching behind my glasses
Full Gendo Ikari, he ain't got nothing on me,
I got it worked out like Tomodachi
So it's fair you thought that you'd found a 'friend'
But machination's where our similarities end.
Keep shit in perspective: I'm super effective
And if a match to lose is your objective
Then you made the right call, your nerve's damn impressive
They haven't found the point I can't diverge from yet.
I get that you're set on a tête-à-tête
But if you ain't got options then nothing's a better bet
Challenging the Ultimate will just be another you regret.
Now that I've verbalised why you're wasting my time
I'm actually curious, was your decision that spurious
Or if you really have something to bring to the table,
Cause my rate's usurious, but shit, call me epicurious
I'm all anticipatory verbs, waitin' on your word
To salvage my rhymes, make it a duet.

[A spontaneous rap, recorded in his characteristic over-enunciated drawl. You've reached Dirk's voicemail.

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