I'M Justin Bred, Not Just Inbred
When I tell people that my name is Justin Bred,
they think that I'm a hick with no brain in my head.
Everybody who I know thinks that I'm married to my sister.
When they see us together, they ask why they've never seen me kiss her.
When people hear my name, they falsely accuse me of incest.
Because of this misunderstanding, my life has become a mess.
Women slap my face and they call me sick.
Everybody believes that I'm an inbred hick.
I'm sick of having to tell everybody that I'm Justin Bred, not just inbred.
If you ask me how long I've been married to my sister, I'll cut off your head.
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