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| I belive in a thing called shit. Just listen to the rhythm of me farts. There's a mic in front of me now. It'll talk when I finish this song. THANK YOU! | |
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| What the hell was that? You sang the wrong words, you piece of turd. | |
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| Doctor, my mic told me to come and see you about my use of forgetting lyrics. | |
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| Why the hell do you forget the lyrics, you piece of turd? | |
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| That's exactly what my mic said to me. | |
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| Your Mic talks? Gee, I thought my last patient was crazy. He said I had a lizard head. | |
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