For Psychologists To Examine My Sense of Wit/Humor: A Humorous Rap Song
When I went outside walking, I got a hint that maybe a doctor would like to see how my sense of humor is currently oriented...one other thing Dr. Steg said in the hospital in 2001 was that he had an insight, that the thought disorder patient's sense of humor changes based on what mental state they're in or whatever.
So, here goes!
Untitled Rap 1
Lyrics by Philip J. White
Rap completed, 7:43 p.m., Wed April 1, 2026
When I do pretend it
I play my game and win it
And bop the Red Sox with no extra inning
And if you want Zelda, dear
I say: Zelda's queer
And if that's a problem to you, you'd best steer clear
'Cause we're in Mario's world
For lack of a better word
This Trooper cannot move ya to a Setter, bored
And if you want clarity
On what I mean by that, you see
You'll be divin', improvisin'
With fake rappers, see?
English setters aren't the best
But they came to say
Cavalier spaniels have to greet you
In a certain way
And now returning to the main event, which I've won
You clearly can't get near me without: "a conman, on!"
If all the world's a stage and all the desperate women players
Then desperate's gotta respite with some also lame invaders.
It doesn't sound that great to me re-reading it, but it sort of sounded cool as I was thinking of it line by line.
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