I’m Bo Yo lyrics

I don't know if all boy scouts are gays

They could probably "tie the knot" in like fifty different ways

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 rimmin', it's only safe if you're swimmin'

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 steamin'

I'm gonna tear it, like the cards of the gypsies

You'll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses

And 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

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

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

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 makin' out

Second base, I'm gettin' faked out

I said, third base, I'm gettin' 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

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

Whoa, yeah

Provided that you point me in the general direction

Well, get ready

'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?)

Yo, I'm blowin' 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 workin' with... (ooh, large machinery?)

'Cause there's an inverse relationship between respect and sects

I'm talking about religious sects like a Mormon sect

That says you can't have sex with members of the 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 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

Whoa, 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

If you want to take it all wear African neck rings

(They make your neck longer, cause, um um... 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, homie, yeah

Yo, yeah, what

'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, tinkle

Yeah

• Artist:Bo Burnham