Karaoké I'm Bo Yo Bo Burnham

I don't know if all boy scouts are gay as they could probably tie the knot in like fifty different ways

Got a safe full of cherries 'cos 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 'cos 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

Woah yeah

Hey what the fuck's a G spot

I don't know

Go to a vagina orchard

Count one two three

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 playin' 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

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

'Cos 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

Woah yeah

Provided that you point me in the general direction

Uuh

Let's get ready

'Cos girls are like donuts when I be bustin' Bo nuts

I can make 'em cream-filled or give 'em 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 'cos I don't cum from the hood

My girl is epileptic 'cos she's the one I'm jerkin with

Come on you Asian child-laborer show me what you're workin' with

Ooh large machinery

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

I'm talkin' 'bout religious sects like a Mormon sect

That says you can't have sex with members of different sects but you can't have sex with members of the same sex

So if the sects can't be different and the sex can't be same then the only sex left is some left-hand shame

And girl I left you 'cos you left the game and if that don't feel right then you can write my name

'Cos 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

Woah 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 wanna take it all wear African neck-rings

They make your neck longer 'cos uh my

Fuck it

Haters call me gay but that ain't hate because 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 yeah what

'Cos 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 representin' you

I'm representin' the people from the O-One-Nine-Eight-Two

Yo

Oh oh oh yeah

What

Yo motherfucker

Tingle

Yeah