Let me guess: that’s your mannequin?
Damn, you look fake as fuck brother.
It’s like Nastradamus foretold in “Disciple” that:
Ya’ll made of chemicals, artificial actions
Note the homophone with mannequin that sounds like man again. He’s questioning the loyalty of someone who is apparent friends with the “snitch”. Like dude, your guy again is rumoured to be the rat?
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