OH BO

[spoken]
I feel like hip-hop used to be a voice for the voiceless, ya know?
And now it's become, at least in the mainstream, a symbol of misogyny,
gay panic,
fiscal irresponsibility.
So I figure,
If you can't beat 'em,
Join 'em.

Hittin' a club up, VIP
I got a fake moustache and a fake ID
I look like Wooly Willy with a really wooly willy and I
Bypass the bouncer, pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her
Wowzer

Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose and I
Spot a little latina
Booty so big, call it Oprah's ego
We go do it, through it she says "Dios mio mi amigo!"
Pull it out
Stick it in your mouth
And I bust in the back of ya
Swallow bitch!
There's people starvin' in Africa!

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say

You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
But careful, cherry
Cause I'm the King of Pop, pop, pop
Pop goes my weasel
Now you look like Jackson Pollock's easel

My suggestion is
You don't blow 'til you know what congestion is
Swallow when you know what digestion is
Follow Bo
The only question is
Have you been splattered before
By the mad hatter matador?
Cake batter
Nevermore
It don't matter whether you're
Spanish
French
Swedish
or Cambodian
I'll slime you so hard you could be
On Nickelodeon

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
Oh Bo (x7)

You think that you can handle me
Girl don't make me laugh
I said, My junk is bipolar
It'll split you in half, yeah!
And if you're lucky
I might just bring you home
And I'll have you going down
Like you're growing an extra chromosome
And when you grab me
Don't grab me by my buns
Cause I got a bad case of the runs
I got the runs
I got the runs

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say
Oh Bo

[spoken]
I wanna break it down for y'all.
I came from the streets with nothin'.
Now I'm makin' hit records.
For my people still livin' in the streets, still livin' in poverty - I want to tell you, I'm doin' this for you.
My success is your success.
And I know you may be thinking "Hey, if you really believe that, why don't you use some of your money to help rebuild the neighborhood instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski
And to that I say...uh, chorus is coming up.

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say

You got a fume like a tuna
I'll smell you later
I met a fat chick
And I fucked her in an elevator
It was wrong on so many levels... (x3)
It was wrong on (x3)

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oh Bo
And if I were gay
Though I swear I'm straight
I'd make the fellas say

Single every single
Do it every single
Pop that single like a pringle jingle
Oh Bo
The song's almost completed
All this little ditty needed
Instrument that's double reeded
The oboe.

Oh Bo, play that oboe!