Bo fo Sho(Explicit) - Bo Burnham

Okay on that note I'm gonna rap
Heh yeah
Walkin' my poodles man it never gets old
With my dogs on my leash I got b***hes on the hold
A first aids kit That's a rhesus monkey
I bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie
I get more a*s than a giant donkey stable
I got more lines than Whitney Houston's coffee table
I get more head than grammar school lice
I'm like a walkin' glacier I'm so decked out with ice
Hey Jesus loves you as long as you're white
Did you poop a virgin cause that s**t is tight
Hey I'm blowin' up like I thought I would
I'm circumcised 'cause I don't come from the hood
Yo I do d**gs in the bedroom lie on your back
Cause I got the pipe and you got the crack
Though I'm sexually straight you're bound to find
I'm mentally gay cause I'll blow your mind ma'am
Yo the parents be snickerin' He shouldn't have written it
But I'm constipated couldn't give a s**t
What motherf**ker
What yo
Yeah this kid's a virgin
My name is Bo
My name is Bo fo sho
A born Bostonian
Aryan librarian at the wordsmith sonian
The rap is scattered it hides its ingenuity
I gave it this little part to give it continuity
Uh f**kin' feel it yeah
Yo huh Where are we Yeah
And the fellas say
Hey moron pass the gin
Cause I'm an ozymoron breathing oxygen
Give me the bottle I'll chug two thirds
'Cause you b***hes know fractions speak louder than words
And the ladies say
Hey fellas I'm keepin it tight and 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
Yo my name is Bo fo sho
A born Bostonian
Aryan librarian at the wordsmith sonian
The rap is scattered it hides its ingenuity
I gave it this little part to give it continuity
Walking through the garden food at my feet picked up the celery but dropped the beet
Yeah
And then I picked it up and it
There's music it gets faster
Alright let's end this
We're in the hood I'll take what you give me
Was Einstein's theory good relatively
A smart queen's kingdom it doesn't mix
A litter of literates a bunch of Moby d**ks
Get thee to a punnery oh just Ophelia
Take you with a condom stainless steel ya
Half a pound of turkey breast half a pound of chicken tits
Why are only crackers staying at the Ritz
Poverty racism isn't it strange
That only the homeless are beggin for change
I shocked Sherlock
What son
Rosa Parks didn't call shotgun
Here's a little bit of irony
A Ford Focus driver has ADD
How'd I come to master all these things
Like a tampon thief I had to pull some strings