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Bo Burnham : Bo Fo Sho lyrics

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Bo Burnham lyrics : "Bo Fo Sho"

Walkin' my poodles, man it never gets old
with my dogs on my leash i got (*##$es on the hold,
a first aids kit? that's a rhesus monkey,

i bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie!
I get more $$# 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 your white.

Did you poop a virgin? 'cause that %#@! is tight.
Yo, I'm blowin up like I thought I would, I'm circumcised,
cause I don'y $#&@ from the hood.


jack ain't black, barry ain't white.
i do drugs in the bedroom, lie on ur 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 shouldnt have written it"
but i'm constipated, couldnt give a %#@!.


chorus:
My name is bo fo sho,
a born bostonian,

aryan librarian at the word SMITHsonian
the rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity,
i gave it this little part to give it continuity, la-ladies.


Yo, and 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 (*##$es 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
My name is bo fo sho,
a born bostonian,

aryan librarian at the word SMITHsonian
the rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity,
i gave it this little part to give it continuity.


walking through the garden with food at my feet, picked up the celery but dropped the beat (beet).


and then i picked it up
yeah listen


Yo we're in the hood I'll 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 dicks
"get thee to a punnery" o-just to-pheelia
take you with a condomn "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 didnt 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 theif, i had to pull some strings.

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