Bo Fo Sho (live at Tempe Improv) lyrics

by

Bo Burnham


Okay, on that note, I'm gonna rap
[cheering]
Heh, yeah

Walkin' my poodles, man it never gets old
With my dogs on my leash I got b*tches on the hold
A first aids kit? That's a rhesus monkey
I bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie!

I get more ass 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 sh*t is tight
Hey, I'm blowin' up like I thought I would
I'm circ*mcised 'cause I don't come from the hood
Jack ain't black, Barry ain't white
I do drugs 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
The parents be snickerin' "he shouldn't have written it"
But I'm constipated, couldn't give a sh*t
[Chorus]
My name is bo fo sho
A born Bostonian
Aryan librarian at the WORDsmithsonian
The rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity
I gave it this little part to give it continuity

The fellas say
Hey moron pass the gin
Cause I'm an OXYmoron breathing OXYgen
Give me the bottle, I'll chug two thirds
Cause you b*tches know fractions speak louder than words

And the ladies say
Hey fellas I'm keepin it tight and if you play ur cards right you can have me tonight
Should I blow you or beat you, brass or percussion?
Oh stop, PERIOD end of discussion

[Chorus]
Walking through the garden with food at my feet, picked up the celery but dropped the beat (beet)

We're in the hood ill take what you give me
Was Einstein's theory good relatively
A smart queen's kingdumb, it doesnt mix
A litter of literates, a bunch of moby di*ks
"get thee to a punnery" o-just to-pheelia
Take you with a condom "stainless-steal" 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? (Watson) (watt, son?)
Rosa Parks didn't call "shotgun"!
Here's a 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
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