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Ladies and gentlemen, give it up—
for the only man who can do Trump
better than Trump does Trump.
New Jersey’s chosen son.
JL. Let’s go.
He got followers stackin’ like EZ-Pass fees,
droppin’ Trump bits tighter than Chris Christie’s knees.
Algorithm shook every time he sneezes—
man’s wit slaps harder than Turnpike breezes.
JL, JL, certified Jersey genius,
100k strong in the wilderness.
Smart as hell—but still one flaw:
thinks Covid’s just a “vibe” he saw.
Look bro, I love your grind,
your satire sharp enough to shave state lines.
But if you run for office breathin’ raw-dog air?
Bruh… viruses don’t care you’re debonair.
Even legends need ventilation—
that’s just epidemiology, not a revelation.
JL, JL, king of the parody nation,
your ego’s earned a standing ovation.
Trump fears your impression in his dreams—
but clean air still beats political memes.
So when you win that seat, don’t forget:
mask up, purify, keep the airflow legit.
Even Jersey heroes need protection—
no exemptions in viral elections.
Details
GeneratedNov 22, 2025
Duration1:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Punchy Jersey-born comedy-rap with Springsteen grit, Trump-impression swagger, and a clever teach-you-something twist.
Credits
Prompt byDrSean
ModelAria v5
