[Verse 1] Three weeks in, and the paint is peeling off You were so polished, now you’re coming off soft I sat back, sipping on the silence like wine Watching every red flag fall into line You thought the mask was glued to the bone But I’m a professional at the unknown. [Pre-Chorus] Clock is ticking, one, two, three Wait for the slip, wait for the key You’re opening doors you can’t ever shut I’m sharpening the wit for the perfect cut. Are you ready? (Ready...) Here it comes. [Chorus] I’m a master of the silver tongue, a velvet hammer blow! I see the ending of the script before you even know! I’ll hit you like a freight train in a single, jagged line Your true colors are showing, and the pleasure’s all mine! Oh, it’s a beautiful wreck, it’s a rhythmic attack One sentence is all it takes to never come back! [Verse 2] You’re playing checkers, I’m the grandmaster’s ghost I’ll toast your ego ‘til it’s nothing but roast Quick on my feet, yeah, the floor is on fire You’re a amateur liar on a high-tension wire Sarcasm’s a cardio, I’m in peak form The quiet before the intellectual storm. (Wink) Did that hurt? [Bridge] The mask... dropped. The truth... popped. I don’t need a monologue to bring you to your knees. I can end your whole career with "Whatever you say, please." FREIGHT. TRAIN. MENTALITY. [Chorus] I’m a master of the silver tongue, a velvet hammer blow! I see the ending of the script before you even know! I’ll hit you like a freight train in a single, jagged line Your true colors are showing, and the pleasure’s all mine! Oh, it’s a beautiful wreck, it’s a rhythmic attack One sentence is all it takes to never come back! [Outro] Three weeks later... And look at you now. So predictable. Don't worry, I'll make it look like an accident. THUD.
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