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I m Bo Yo lyrics
Now I don t know if all boy scouts are gays,
But they could probably "tie the knot" in like fifty
different ways,
I got a safe full o cherries, cause I pop it and lock
it,
A girl s like a fridge, once a week you should stock
it,
And girl, if your into a rimmin , it s only safe if
your swimming,
But girl don t sit on the couch, cause I treat my
objects like women,
I spit fire like I just blew a demon,
My shits so hot I leave the toilet bowl steamin ,
I m gonna tear it, like the cards of the gypsies,
You ll bleed for so long you ll get monthly ellipses,
If the pants are loose, girl I ll replete ya,
You re a first time vegan and it s nice to meet ya,
I m Bo, yo,
And I m the greatest rappa eva ,
And I ll weather your weather, whether you think I m
clever or not,
Think you re better, you re not,
Don t need a sweater, I m hot,
I m a real G, shawty, that can really find your g-spot,
whoa! Yeah!
(Hey, what the fuck s a G-Spot?)
Go to a vagina orchard, count 1, 2, 3,
Spin that plant around, you got a third world country,
That s right, consider yourself warned,
I m offensive and creative like handicapped porn,
Your playing with your breasts, excuse me, can I try it
ma am?
Your pushin em together, like a titty venn diagram,
Look at that crack, scuse me, can I buy a gram?
Right below your diaphram, ass looks like your hidin
ham,
First base, were making out,
Second base, I m getting faked out,
Said, Third base, I m getting take out,
And I d try to take it home if I knew I d take it out,
But I just don t know, I said I just don t care,
My flows so cold, I need a tampon from a polar bear,
And you can smell and spell my stink,
B.O. lingers and it makes you think,
Cause I m Bo, yo,
And I m the greatest rappa eva ,
And I ll weather your weather, whether you think I m
clever or not,
Think you re better, you re not,
Don t need a sweater, I m hot,
I m a real G, shawty, that can really find your g-spot,
whoa!
(Provided that you point me in the general direction.)
Cause, girls are like donuts, when I be bustin Bo nuts,
I can make em cream-filled or give them a layer of
glaze,
I m like Doug s friend Skeeter, whenever I meet her,
Cause I skeet her so hard people call her Patty
Mayonnaise,
(Oh, Nickelodeon and cum.)
Yo, I m blowin up like I thought I would,
I m circumsized, cause I don t come from the hood,
My girl is epileptic, cause she s the one I m jerkin
with,
Come on, you Asian child laborer, show me what your
workin with...
(Ooh, large machinery.)
Cause there s an inverse relationship between respect
and sects,
I m talking bout religious sects, like a Mormon sect,
That says you can t have sex with members of different
sects,
But you can t have sex with members of the same sex,
So if the sects can t be different, the sex can t be
same,
Then the only sex left is some left-hand-shame,
And, girl, I left you cause you left the game,
And if that don t feel right then you can write my
name,
Cause I m Bo, yo,
And I m the greatest rappa eva ,
And I ll weather your weather, whether you think I m
clever or not,
Think you re better, you re not,
Don t need a sweater, I m hot,
I m a real G, that can really find your g-spot, whoa!
Yeah!
(Ooh, But I m inadequate. Have I gotten that point
across yet? How original.)
My junk s so long that it hangs and swings,
So at the nude beach, people think I m lookin for lost
rings,
Play the skin flute, your big boy sings
And if you want to take it all, wear African neck
rings,
(They make your neck longer cause I m a...fuck it.)
Haters call me gay, but that ain t hatin ,
Cause I m not homophobic, my morals are straight and,
If I m in the closet, then you are below me,
Takin the b-a-t out of basement, homey,
(Yeah! Yo, yeah! What?)
Cause, I m Bo, yo,
And I m the greatest rappa eva ,
And I ll weather your weather, whether you think I m
clever or not,
Think you re better, you re not,
Don t need a sweater,
I m a real G, that can really find your what, now?
Ohh! Yeah, cause I m Bo, yo. Yo, what?
I m representin you, I m representin the people from
the 01982. Yo, Oh, yeah. What? Yo, muthafucka,
tinkle. Yeah!
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