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I Wish You Could See My Ensemble
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| Live from New York, it's Get Off My Lawn with Kevin McKinnon. | |
| Working my way through a middle of June midnight thunderstorm There was something in the headlights stopping me on a dime She was scared to death, | |
| so I said by Mian and in she climbed She was bruised and broke from head to toe with a tear in her blood-stained shirt She didn't tell the whole truth, | |
| But she didn't have to I knew what it happened to her Can't really see my tie And I didn't load her down With questions That girl had been through enough I just threw it in dry I looked in those eyes And asked her where he was I don't know if he's an angel Cause angels don't do it He did He was helping to fly That | |
| was an intense jam by Hardy called Wait in the truck about a guy who's got to kill a guy He's gonna go to jail Do his time, but he had to do it because the guy he killed was a bad guy A real bad guy am gonna do it Dude, | |
| ever since that episode we did where we talked about those crackheads in the park in La Crosse, I'm becoming a Satanist. | |
| I am not Christian. | |
| I'm a globalist. | |
| Did that air already? | |
| Yeah. | |
| Okay, yeah. | |
| I just keep thinking, kill them all. | |
| I noticed. | |
| I'm at the point now where COVID was good. | |
| It got rid of a bunch of olds and fats that were a burden on society. | |
| Like, I just see these people and I go, just kill them. | |
| Just kill them. | |
| Being a eugenicist out of pure emotion, I think, is better than being like a Klaus Schwabian one. | |
| It doesn't matter. | |
| People die. | |
| People die. | |
| Like the guy who killed those college students, right? | |
| We're going to go through a long trial now, and there's going to be lawyers involved. | |
| And I, as a taxpayer, I'm going to shell out millions of dollars, likely. | |
| Pop. | |
| You killed a bunch of college students? | |
| Okay, pop. | |
| Just kill him. | |
| I saw some dude today in the Bronx, some old black, not old, but my age black guy just trying to do up his pants. | |
| And I was like, you can't figure out pants? | |
| You got to go. | |
| Some old lady with like a bunch of rings, old white lady with a walker. | |
| You toss him a revolver? | |
| Figure this out. | |
| When you're done with your pants, I got another challenge for you. | |
| Any last words? | |
| Yeah. | |
| Thank you. | |
| Okay. | |
| Fuck you. | |
| I hate you. | |
| Like, why are we wasting time with so many people? | |
| I know. | |
| It's a terrible thing to say. | |
| It's not me. | |
| I'm Christian. | |
| I value all of God's creations, but I don't know, man. | |
| Living in New York City, you're just like, shut up, Janet. | |
| Like, you're not here. | |
| You're not present. | |
| You don't exist. | |
| Okay, kill him. | |
| I feel that way about Eric Adams and Joe Biden. | |
| We'll get to them shortly. | |
| We have a 12-year-old mayor. | |
| He's 12. | |
| And then our president is 112. | |
| Two, a child? | |
| This is a baby. | |
| Eric Adams is a baby. | |
| Okay? | |
| I bet he's never read a book in his life. | |
| And then you have Joe Biden, who. | |
| I mean, let's just get into it. | |
| Fucking cue my pet Biden. | |
| Oh, damn. | |
| Yeah, yeah, you heard it. | |
| You heard it here first, folks. | |
| Holy friggin'. | |
| I've had enough of this fucking guy. | |
| I wish you could see my ensemble. | |
| I'm wearing like a nice southern tie. | |
| I could boost up the contrast real quick. | |
| Should I be wearing a tie with this? | |
| Looks cool. | |
| Biden. | |
| On him I can depend. | |
| Biden. | |
| A monster of a president. | |
| He's big and smooth. | |
| Sleepy. | |