Toni's awful, that guy. Mopping the lino.
Bopping a wino. Dropping a Pine-O Clean satire.
He's irresistible to you, your dearest miss.
Stuck in foetal positions? Try a fifth of this.

Giving you stuff that you're wishing was bluffed,
Pity that's his jibes suck, never clever, it is just fluff.
You might hope jokes are not bad. So mad you lift my artist hi-fis and pads.
Dumb lack of technique in these shows that I'm sad.

Fill a district up with my jest.
Must be the runt kid of my family, worst of the best.
I pun loud now, but not savvy, rather it's fest.
I can talk and clown late. A true dunce who's a pest.

Insane nerd. I use burps to ferret for words.
It just isn't funny, my eating pepper flavoured turds.
My soccer socks down while I'm jiving in mime.
Crap I plopped out from my wet butt... it's shining with slime.

Laugh at the words that I've joked. (Yo this pun's for you!)
Laugh at the scruples I neglected. (Yeah, chuck on Sue!)
Laugh at the gents abused in gaffes, I piss my pants.
I'm the best at rude hassles! Desist with laughs?
Laugh at the jokes that I punned. (Made you ill and spew.)
Laugh at the scruples I neglected. (Go suck that poo!)
For every rhyme I demolished, (like your Christmas mass),
Well I still just really suck. Won't desist with laughs!

I joked about the sunlight to a guy's blind widow.
She called out "You pest!" as I bludgeoned with a dildo.
Harangue you till your brain is straining with gross capers.
A tool who 'gets off' from loathed japing.
I wanna rush your pulse with my lame jokes that are inane
And cause moping from blokes who are insane.

I yell 'Your Mum'. Got your lover here naked under my arm,
Soon massaging your old girl with some balm.
You retch and hurl in a qualm, yet I'm calm with a pile of puns,
So frigged my punch line soon comes from my vile stein of rum.
Jives are run and squirted at dim ladies smiling on as my chants dispatch.
(Hear them? They cry and mourn!)

I got an active wit for a howler of tragic shit,
Insane fooling gags pulled on a ward full of cancer kids.
Cutting off gas apparatus.
Stop their meds and then sit among moribund, their last witness.

Laugh at the words that I've joked. (Yo this pun's for you!)
Laugh at the scruples I neglected. (Yeah, chuck on Sue!)
Laugh at the gents abused in gaffes, I piss my pants.
I'm the best at rude hassles! Desist with laughs?
Laugh at the jokes that I punned. (Made you ill and spew.)
Laugh at the scruples I neglected. (Go suck that poo!)
For every rhyme I demolished, (like your Christmas mass),
Well I still just really suck. Won't desist with laughs!

I wanted old Ralphing's work published for shopping promotions.
It was silly and wack, readers won't stop convulsions!
Oh lousy is luck when my exposure's wrecked, zero cheques.
The victims from crap Hairy's book? I last heard it's a thousand necks!

Mug's witless so I'm fooling with truck victims.
Buyin' porn from backstreet thugs with bugged rectums.
I'm so crap my wit is dwindling. In stitches?
Give me a break, that's as scarce as thin teachers.

Clever planning my tricks, very busy.
Barely jizzing, hoping to father kids and marry Lizzie.
You all reckon I'm malformed and rarely witty.
I'm a cross between handsome, freaked out and pity.

I don't joke fly, my humour's from a pure source.
To assault every cause of these flawed lawcourts.
You loved it? But I'm in poor form!
Lame-famished? Yuck, that's more disturbing than Gore porn!

Laugh at the words that I've joked. (Yo this pun's for you!)
Laugh at the scruples I neglected. (Yeah, chuck on Sue!)
Laugh at the gents abused in gaffes, I piss my pants.
I'm the best at rude hassles! Desist with laughs?
Laugh at the jokes that I punned. (Made you ill and spew.)
Laugh at the scruples I neglected. (Go suck that poo!)
For every rhyme I demolished, (like your Christmas mass),
Well I still just really suck. Won't desist with laughs!