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Inspired by the last debate. Sung to the tune of "Pencil Neck Geek"
Back when I was a kid, life was going swell. Till something happened, blew every thing to hell. That night my daddy stumbled in, all pale and weak, Said, "A woman up the block just gave birth to a freep."
Mom said, "Sell it to the circus, they give me the creeps." Dad said, "Nope, this one's a brain dead freep. And if there's one thing lower than a side show freak, It's a Fox News watchin', scum suckin', brain dead freep."
You see if you take a keyboard commando, won't sign up for real, Looks like a real Beavis and Butthead, mommy still cooks his meals Willfully ignorant, with a brain that leaks, You got yourself a mentally deluded, brain dead freep.
(Chorus) brain dead freep, grit eatin' freak, scum suckin' pea head with a lousy physique. He's a one man, no guts, losing streak. Nothin' but a brain dead freep.
Soon the freeps were poppin' up all over town. You couldn't hardly sneeze without knockin' one down. Just in time to disturb your nice, happy hour, Talk to a freep, then you're mood will be sour.
One night, we talked to a freep, just a little debate. Learned our lesson just a little bit late. Soon as the facts hit the freep, his face turned red. He started yellin' and shoutin', then the place was dead.
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Most any night you know where I can be found. Yeah, talking some freep's pea brain into ground round. So keep the faith 'cause in the truth you can trust, I won't give up 'til the last freep--runs away screaming into the night!
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They say, "these freeps come a dime a dozen." I'm lookin' for the guy who's supplin' the dimes. It's gonna be real hard times for all of these Limbaugh listenin', basement livin', Fox News watchin', boot lickin', scum suckin', goose steppin', meth shootin', draft dodgin', hood wearin', Bible thumpin', Reagan lovin', sleazy, smelly, pepper bellied, dirty, lousy, rotten, stinkin', freaks. Nothing but a brain dead freep.
apologies to Freddie Blassie :evilgrin:
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