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My show is a little bit and a little bit pretentious
Like Shakespeare's willy or Chomsky wearing a strap on,
also a little bit gay and a little offensive,
Like Thanksgiving Day or Chomsky wearing a strap on,
So put cell phones to vibrate,
And put your vibrators to phone mode,
Welcome to the show it goes a bit like this,
JOKE... (laugh)... exactly.
to my flow it flows a little bit like this,
With a rap a and a,
Swift rap on the wrist a and a kiss,
Hershey's wrapping a kiss shit.
I got a that'll test ya kids,
ask one question and the question is,

(CHORUS)
Whats funny?, whats funny? funny? whats funny?. (x3)

Oh
is often linked to shared experience,
Like a guy up an says,
"have you noticed that public restrooms really inefficient hand dryers,
Oh my god, yes I have, HA HA HA,
good point, they should fix that,
Its good to know that finally gets me,
because my wife me which Sub-Consciously forced me,
to lose all of self.
So its nice to think about hand dryers and not cheating whore,
Because stand up comedy is pretty easy,
If an asian comic just get up and say,
"My mothers got the weirdest accent"
just do, a chinese accent, because everybody laughs at the chinese accent,
Because privately thought that your people were laughable,
And now you've given them the chance to express in public,

If youre a musical comic, just give 'em a little weird inflection
Then take a Viagra and slap 'em a rock hard misdirection

(CHORUS)
Tourettes!
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the audience says,
When I was a baby, I laughed at people jiggling keys,
Now I'm and bolder,
And just get mad i notice that the keys are to a hummer,
Fuck my life I don't my wife,
so fuck my and fuck my life,
and my son is gay, but not gay,
Daughters a whore another girl who used to be her mother,
But the marriage her miss merry americana,
I wanna a without screaming prima-donna,
But the radical feminists my wife a man,
If i die the situation will be auto erotic-exfixiation,
I hate my life and it me back, and my friend is black,
But I don't know what to call him, so I just him...
"What-up Jamaal", though his name is Steve,
I Hate my job I hate my life, hate my I hate my wife,
Jews would I do it; Judas beat me to it,
I'm slowly into a solopcystic coma,
And I masturbate because I'm the only one who's standards are low enough to me....

(CHORUS)
(pop) a boy!

(CHORUS CONTINUES)
this.........(fart)