Bo' Fo' Sho'
by Bo Burnham
Drop that beat Honey.
Yeah...
Walking My Poodle,
Man it never gets old.
With My Dogs on My Leash, I got bitches on the Hold.
My First Aid kit, That's a Reeces Monkey.
I bust more nuts than a Pistachio Junkie!
Get more (a-word) than a giant Donkey Stable,
Got more lines than Whitney Houston's Coffee Table.
I get more Head than Grammar School lice.
I'm like a Walking Glacier, I'm so Decked out with Ice.
Did you Poop a Virgin? 'Cuz that shit is Tight!
Jack ain't Black and Barry ain't White.
I do Drugs in the Bedroom, Lie on your Back-
'Cuz I gots the Pipe and You gots the Crack.
Though I'm sexually Straight,
You're bound to find I'm Mentally Gay- 'Cuz I Blow Your Mind!
The Parents be Snickerin'; He Shouldn't of Written it.
But I'm Constipated; Couldn't give a shit .
(Chorus)
My name is Bo, Fo' Sho'.
A Born Bostonian.
An Aryan, Librarian at the Word Smithsonian.
The rap is Scattered, It has it's Enginuity,
I gave it this little part to give it Continuity.
And the Fellas say: "Hey Moron, Pass the Gin!"
'Cuz I'm an Oxymoron, Breathing Oxygen.
Give me the Bottle, I'll chug Two/Thirds.
'Cuz you bitches know Fractions speak louder than words.
Heyy!
And the Ladies say: " Hey Fellas, I'm keeping it tight,
But if you play your Cards right, You can have me tonight!"
" Should I blow you or Beat you, Brass or Percussion?
Oh, Stop! Period, End of Discussion."
(chorus)
My Name is Bo, Fo' Sho'.
A Born Bostonian.
An Aryan, Librarian at the word Smithsonian.
The rap is Scattered, It has it's Enginuity,
I gave it this little part to give it Continuity .
Walking through the Garden, With Food at my feet.
Picked up the Celery, But Dropped the Beat-
And then I picked it up .
Yeah... Listen.
We're in the Hood, I'll take what you give me,
Was Einstein's Theory Good? Relatively.
A Smart King's Kingdom, It doesn't mix.
Illiterate, literate! It's a bunch of Moby Dicks!
52 to a Ponnery, Oh! Just to feel ya.
Take ya with a Condom- Stainless Steel ya.
Half a Pound of Turkey Breasts,
Half a pound of Chicken Tits.
Why are only Crackers stayin' at the Ritz?
Poverty Racism, Isn't it Strange ?
Only the Homeless are begging for Change,
A shock- Sherlock. Watson!
Rosa Parks Didn't call Shotgun.
Here's a bit of Irony, A Ford Focus Driver's got ADD.
How'd I come to master all these things?
Like a Tampon Thief, I had to pull some Strings.
I had to Pull some Strings.
That's a Rap!
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Lyrics submitted by myself.
Yeah...
Walking My Poodle,
Man it never gets old.
With My Dogs on My Leash, I got bitches on the Hold.
My First Aid kit, That's a Reeces Monkey.
I bust more nuts than a Pistachio Junkie!
Get more (a-word) than a giant Donkey Stable,
Got more lines than Whitney Houston's Coffee Table.
I get more Head than Grammar School lice.
I'm like a Walking Glacier, I'm so Decked out with Ice.
Did you Poop a Virgin? 'Cuz that shit is Tight!
Jack ain't Black and Barry ain't White.
I do Drugs in the Bedroom, Lie on your Back-
'Cuz I gots the Pipe and You gots the Crack.
Though I'm sexually Straight,
You're bound to find I'm Mentally Gay- 'Cuz I Blow Your Mind!
The Parents be Snickerin'; He Shouldn't of Written it.
But I'm Constipated; Couldn't give a shit .
(Chorus)
My name is Bo, Fo' Sho'.
A Born Bostonian.
An Aryan, Librarian at the Word Smithsonian.
The rap is Scattered, It has it's Enginuity,
I gave it this little part to give it Continuity.
And the Fellas say: "Hey Moron, Pass the Gin!"
'Cuz I'm an Oxymoron, Breathing Oxygen.
Give me the Bottle, I'll chug Two/Thirds.
'Cuz you bitches know Fractions speak louder than words.
Heyy!
And the Ladies say: " Hey Fellas, I'm keeping it tight,
But if you play your Cards right, You can have me tonight!"
" Should I blow you or Beat you, Brass or Percussion?
Oh, Stop! Period, End of Discussion."
(chorus)
My Name is Bo, Fo' Sho'.
A Born Bostonian.
An Aryan, Librarian at the word Smithsonian.
The rap is Scattered, It has it's Enginuity,
I gave it this little part to give it Continuity .
Walking through the Garden, With Food at my feet.
Picked up the Celery, But Dropped the Beat-
And then I picked it up .
Yeah... Listen.
We're in the Hood, I'll take what you give me,
Was Einstein's Theory Good? Relatively.
A Smart King's Kingdom, It doesn't mix.
Illiterate, literate! It's a bunch of Moby Dicks!
52 to a Ponnery, Oh! Just to feel ya.
Take ya with a Condom- Stainless Steel ya.
Half a Pound of Turkey Breasts,
Half a pound of Chicken Tits.
Why are only Crackers stayin' at the Ritz?
Poverty Racism, Isn't it Strange ?
Only the Homeless are begging for Change,
A shock- Sherlock. Watson!
Rosa Parks Didn't call Shotgun.
Here's a bit of Irony, A Ford Focus Driver's got ADD.
How'd I come to master all these things?
Like a Tampon Thief, I had to pull some Strings.
I had to Pull some Strings.
That's a Rap!
---
Lyrics submitted by myself.
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