I'm Bo Yo Lyrics

Bo Burnham I'm Bo Yo

What's that?
My six song album entitled "Bo Fo Sho" is currently available on iTunes?
With three songs that have never been heard on the internet?
Uh, and if I try to pirate it for free I'll get aids?
I would have guessed scurvy.
Well, see you later ghost of Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.
Wanna hear a rap?

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,
And girl don't sit on the couch cause I treat my objects like women.
I spit fire like I just blew a demon.
My shit's so hot I leave your toilet bowl steamin'.
I'm gonna tarot like the cards of the gypsies.
You'll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses.
If your pants are loose, I'll re-pleat ya.
You're a first time vegan, and it's nice to meat ya.
I'm bo yo.
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
What the hell's a g-spot?
Go to a vagina orchard. Count 1, 2, 3.
Spin that plant around you got a third whirled cunt tree
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' them together like a titty Venn Diagram.
Look at that crack. Excuse 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.
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 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.
You got two eyes, only got one shot. yeahh.
Yo,
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.
YO, My girl is epileptic, cause she's the one I'm jerkin' with.
Come on, you asian child labor show me what your workin' with.
Ooh, large machinery?

Cause there's an inverse relationship between respect and sects.
I'm talking about religious sects like a morman sect that says you can't have sex with memebers of different sect, but you can't have sex with members of the same sex.
So, if the sect can't be different; the sex can't be same, 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.
I'm the greatest rappa eva.
And I'll weather your weather whether you think you're better or not.
Think you're better you're not.
Don't need a sweater; I'm hot.
And if I can't think of another rhyme then I ought,
To think of one.

Yeah write this down, man.
Yo, yo

Look pass the skin and look to the lyrics.
I run miracle circles around you like spherical lyrics.
This isn't about ironic pigment.
If you're imagining this then I'm a chronic figment.
Yeah.

Feel it. Ready?

Man, my junk's so long that it hangs and swings, so at the nude baech 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.

Oh,
Come on.
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, cause I'm bo yo.
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.
Yeah, yeah, yo, yooo.
I'm a real g, homey, that can really find your g-spot.

Oh.
Oh my God, buy my e.p. on iTunes.
Right now, go right now,
While I stall.
Buy it right now.

Out.