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My last name was Taylor, but I changed it for branding Now I'm the Tuck But, girl, these jokes aint landing Come on, All Stars 4 Address the elephant in the room Eureka, sweetheart, just for once This shit ain't about you Crashed and burned on the roast Where are the fucking jokes, whore? Now I'm back on the mic here to even the score Cause if I'm gonna bomb, I'm going off like Hiroshima And after I'm done, you're gonna have to call FEMA I'm making money off of my tagline Just like all you other bitches, right? Don't need no setup, don't need no punchline Just say it in a high voice, hashtag it Repeat it till you hate it Make some merchandise, and everyone will eat it up, bitch Where are the jokes? Um, girl, are those crickets? Where are the jokes? I think you guys are forgetting I'm a man in a dress It's funny Where are the jokes? I don't understand It did well on Twitter Where are the jokes? Alright, let's try this roast again in three, two, one Naomi Smalls, girl you bum the roast too? Good thing you've got legs Cause none of your jokes do They call you Farrah Moan because Actually. Pass It's hard to do standup when you're flat on your ass Don't want Monet X Change, I just want my money back Hitting all the wrong notes, bitch My ears feel attacked Manila can't get robbed cause it's mine for the taking Failed that makeover challenge while my ass was still shaking Miss Heart, facts are facts, your wig is on the ceiling and your jokes got a slow clap Gia, honey, your snatch game had absolutely no jokes Miss Jasmine Masters? More like masters of none Latrice and Monet? Your improv needs some improv-ement Hello, Villain-tina, it's me, reality You're perfect in every way except your personality Where are the jokes? Girl, I swear I killed that on set I blame the edit Where are the jokes? Okay, okay, enough of the womp womp foley Damn Where are the jokes? I'm falling on my ass up here And I have no padding You try it sometime, you janky whore Where are the jokes? You know, it's just the audience just doesn't get me Wow, another drag race album Gee, aren't we lucky? Just call up Alaska She'll do a track with anybody Thought the Tuck would come and last Her somewhere in that vicinity I said, "Not another white bitch team Anyone but Trinity" But who's laughing now? Sure ain't Ms. Legs or Brown Cow They're asking, "Where are the jokes?" They're right here, so bow down I'm Trinity the Tuck and I have something to say Hello, it's me, delusion And I'm over here feeling my oats Good God, get a grip, girl You can't spell legendary without dairy But you can wear too much highlighter? Put on your maxi pad dresses and soak it up, bitches Hashtag bitter Oh, and fuck your feelings, feelings, feelings, feelings Where are the jokes? Oh no, girl, I'm not nervous Wow, you seem a little bit shaky, so Where are the jokes? Alaska, that's not gonna be my narrative! I'm just a Gia Gunn impersonator at this point, I mean Where are the jokes? Where are the jokes? No, seriously, where are they?
Writer(s): Mark Parkhurst Byers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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