FREE WEEZY'S JOKES

...Weezy's got a new comedy album that just came out..."FREE WEEZY"...maybe some of the jokes will tickle you pink...hit your funny bone...i remember my granddad was really ticklish if you poked him in the ribs...my uncles would always tickle me just above my knee caps...being tickled can be a combination of pleasure and pain...kind of like Lil Wayne's jokes...

* french kiss a bitch, she don't speak french, can't kiss and tell
* i push his ass in the wishing well, then wish him well
* holy shit i'm the holy shit...i'm god's manure
* you wake up to this chopper tool, it's like cock a doodle doo
* these niggas soft as teddy bears...talk to Marky Mark
* lost my point of view til i found a mirror, start talking to it, it told me the truth...it said "i'm the shit and you party poopin"
* i smell like money, i know broke niggas feel nauseated
* she caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe
* we got that white girl like in the 80s, that Marcia Brady
* i dicked Tracy like Warren Beatty
* i was larger than life, should've got a bigger coffin
* bad bitches in my coffin, suck dick til they cough-in
* all she do is get pretty, i get shit faced, don't we make a cute couple?
* i remember when i was no one Lord, when i couldn't find Jack in no one's cards
* without my cream i'm sour onion
* addicted to your love like a motherfucker...need a Betty Ford
* i smell her panties while she in the bathroom, and taste whatever she left in them
* i got strawberry cocaine, it's sweet as fun dip
* Lord i know i ain't a saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis
* fuck your degree this murder in the first degree
* i got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree
* i just looked in the mirror...got star struck
* i just looked at your bitch and got eye fucked
* my warrants clear as Day like Doris is
* my dead presidents reborn
* when i'm naked i got 3 arms
* chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu, like jiu-jitsu, split a brick in two
* my homies call cocaine white trash, charge you double just to take my trash out
* my money so old i tell my new money, respect your elders
* be more careful how you pick and choose your words boy, cuz i'll have you playing Scrabble with your tongue nigga
* icicles on my finger from cocaine blizzards
* my pockets are pregnant they up early with morning sickness

INTO THAT PLEASURE AND PAIN?...I GOT MORE WAYNE...http://telepathsatnight.blogspot.ca/2015/01/sorry-for-comedy-2.html