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

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

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

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Tourettes!
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the audience says,
When I was a baby, maybe I laughed at jiggling keys,
Now I'm and bolder,
And just get mad 'cause i notice 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 like another who used to be her mother,
But the marriage made her merry americana,
I a teen without screaming prima-donna,
But the radical feminists my wife a man,
If i die happy the situation will be 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, my kids I hate my wife,
Jews would I do it; Judas beat me to it,
I'm slowly slipping a solopcystic coma,
And I because I'm the only one who's standards are low enough to fuck me....

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(pop) a boy!

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this.........(fart)