When I say "Hey!", you say "Ho!" Hey! (Ho! ) Hey! (Ho! ) That's basically how Hitler rose to power
My ex-girlfriend, she was a bitch, but you know, they say, like, if you want to know what a girl's gonna look like, look at her mother You know, so I am so glad I broke up with her 'Cause she would've been, you know... dead
Guys, I'm a realist Okay? I try not to romanticize reality You know, like when life gives you lemons You probably just found lemons
But at the same time, I don't deny the beauty in the world 'Cause there is so much beauty because life can be so symmetrical that gives birth to this almost silent poetry You know, like a hermaphrodite playing the keytar Or a young Amish boy trying to blow out the light bulbs on his birthday cake Or, or a girl who's terrible at grammar saying, "Mama, you raise me good," and then being pushed down a well
If I had a dime, oh! If I had a dime for every time a homeless guy asked me for change I'd still say no
Here's some racial humor for you guys White people are like this, "Ah" Black people are like this, "Uh" We're destined to fight forever Blood in the streets
Yo momma's so fat Yo momma's so ugly Yo momma's so stupid Your mother's breasts sag with such severity that the late, great surrealist artist Salvador Dali mistook them for clocks
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My ex-girlfriend, she was a bitch, but you know, they say, like, if you want to know what a girl's gonna look like, look at her mother You know, so I am so glad I broke up with her 'Cause she would've been, you know... dead
Guys, I'm a realist Okay? I try not to romanticize reality You know, like when life gives you lemons You probably just found lemons
But at the same time, I don't deny the beauty in the world 'Cause there is so much beauty because life can be so symmetrical that gives birth to this almost silent poetry You know, like a hermaphrodite playing the keytar Or a young Amish boy trying to blow out the light bulbs on his birthday cake Or, or a girl who's terrible at grammar saying, "Mama, you raise me good," and then being pushed down a well
If I had a dime, oh! If I had a dime for every time a homeless guy asked me for change I'd still say no
Here's some racial humor for you guys White people are like this, "Ah" Black people are like this, "Uh" We're destined to fight forever Blood in the streets
Yo momma's so fat Yo momma's so ugly Yo momma's so stupid Your mother's breasts sag with such severity that the late, great surrealist artist Salvador Dali mistook them for clocks
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