I'm Bo Yo

I don't know if all Boy Scouts are gays 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 Girl, if you're into rimming, it's only safe if you're swimming But, girl, don't sit on that couch 'cause I treat my objects like women I spit fire like I just blew a demon My shit's so hot, I'll leave your toilet bowl steaming I'm gonna tear it, like the cards of the gypsies You'll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses If your pants are loose, 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 rapper ever 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 Woah, yeah Hey, what the fuck's a G-spot? Go to a vagina orchard, count one, two, three Spin that plant around you got a third-world country That's right, consider yourself warned I'm offensive and creative like handicapped porn You're playing with your breasts, excuse me, can I try it ma'am? You're pushin' 'em together like a titty venn diagram Look at that crack, excuse me can I buy a gram? Right below your diaphragm Ass looks like you're hidin' ham First base, we're 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 I said my flow's so cold I need a tampon from a polar bear And you can spell and smell my stink B.O. lingers and it makes you think 'Cause I'm Bo, yo And I'm the greatest rapper ever 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 Woah, yeah 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 Because I skeet her so hard people call her Patty Mayonnaise (Oh, Nickelodeon and cum, what?) I'm blowing up like I thought I would I'm circumcised 'cause I don't cum 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 you're working 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 and 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 rapper ever 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 Woah, yeah, oh, but I'm inadequate Have I gotten that point across yet? How original Yo, 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 my, fuck it) Haters call me gay, but that ain't hating 'Cause I'm not homophobic, my morals are straight And if I'm in the closet, then you are below me Taking the B-A-T out of basement, homey 'Cause I'm Bo, yo And I'm the greatest rapper ever 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 Oh, yeah, well I'm Bo, yo, yo what, I'm representing you, I'm representing the people from the 01982, yo Oh, yeah, what, yo motherfucker, tingle, yeah