Oops, forgot the lyrics. Here they are: 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. You guys are a fucking metronome. Photosynthetical, I want 'em botanical, And I'm kind of theoretical, Quantum mechanical, Alphabetical, a word puritanical, Not a hypothetical, I rule tyrannical. Tyrannical-saurus Rex, Fuck the system, solar plex-us. A lone star Texas, yeah, Too smart to be sexist, hey, Slow it down, the shit's too quick. Fuck it, stick with it, the kid is too sick to quit. Haters, suck my dick, Handle the candle, lick the wick. No, stop, you're better than that, C'mon, "mail" definition, there's a letter in that, Spell "male" then repeat the second letter in that, AA, if you got a girl, don't let her in that. I got a green light, Jay Gatsby. You know leaking's just for maxi, So leak my tracks, they're tax-free, And that's the way to be if you ask me. Take this music, choose it, use it, fuse it, Abuse it, lose it. If some of you like it, sweet, But if it's just me, then B, let's ride the beat. Fuck it, get a bucket, my stomach is gonna upchuck, Texas Ranger, no Walker, get up, Chuck, Pixar's dicks are slick 'cause they fucked up, What a fucked up stuck-up suck-up. Say this shit is crap, scoff, Write me off 'cause I'm a white kid tryin' to rap, Because I'm willing to quit, just kiddin', The kid will keep killin' this shit, oh. 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, 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. Cuz 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. G-spot... It was all a dream, I used to read a quick Nick magazine. Ren and Stimpy, Tommy Pickles and the games between, I'm watching TV in the dark, Every Saturday Double dare with my main man Marky Mark. Summers, Falls, Winters and Springs, I've seen 17 sets cut me open count the rings. But I wish that I could be 8, 9, or 10, Wearing "Life is Good" t-shirts that made sense back then, You wanna know me well here's a list; When I tried to hit puberty I swung and I missed, I like palindromes like "do geese see god?", Or "go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog". And I can do a rubix cube in a minute 20. Fast food and the internet's plenty for me, I live simple with one dimple, And a weird mole thing on my left nipple. Obama, could you pass some hope to the Pope? I know a couple dudes who wanna elope. See the church said nope so the bros can't cope, The bros can grope but the bros can't cope. They've been in love and they've been addicted, Who said they shouldn't? Benedict did. 'Cause you can be a Benedict, If you've been a dick under Benedict, But you can't have Benedicts, Because there's only one pope, With only one dick, what? What? Yeah, a dick on a pope is, Just like a soap on a rope, 'Cause it's pointless, unless in prison, Throw up your bibles, Christ has risen. Hallelujah, now it's raining men, Because the gender ratio is 1 to 10. Winos at the Eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation. I'm part of the fattest country on the global scale, And were phat with a ph on the ph scale, Because we're so basic. I'm a little kid in a cave, yo, Just starin' at my shadows and playin’ with Play-Doh. Oh hey yo, Aristotle, I got some Hemlock, let's share a bottle. Oh, too soon. I was Socra-teasin', Let's drink hot chocolate, think, talk, reason. Oh my, oh me ah. I think I'll 'see ya, If I want a piece of Greece, then I'll pirate "Mama Mia.". Schwinn road kill - bicycle victim, Is that my dog? Yeah, I Michael Vick'd him. Put a pic of my nuts as my profile pic, And your girl clicked it, liked it, and licked it. My attempt is, check the tenses so the flow don't stop, In the future you'll be passed out like a present with a bow on top. Give us a house and a car and a kid, So we can raise it, praise it, blaze it up, And get Lasik to see how bad we fucked it up. We all had braces. Our smiles are fake, Another mother saw her hotter daughter's water break. The Miley Cyrus virus is as bad as it gets, And similarly as bad as simile Tourette's, Cause like it's like I like my right to like, But like I also have like a life to write, right? Wrong. This is a road kill song, About a kid who followed the bouncing ball during the sing along. I'm a little teapot who’s steaming mad, Because the world’s not careful cause I'm hot... (1, 2, Fuck You) I take a stroll around the block to relax my mind, And then I walk by the clock just to pass the time, And rhymin', mathematical timin', Syntax impacts the intact hymen. Trust me, you don't want to fuck with me, Check my record. Wrecked it on my SAT's, I got a 780 math, 730 verbal, Kick a Jonas brother and he'll fart out a gerbil. Voice so sweet, call me Mr. (Herbal) T, More deadly than Joseph Goebbel's pee, In a swastika Dixie cup, I’ve got a dick full of helium; I'll fuck you up! Put down your fists ‘cause it’s a battle of wits, And if you bring your facts sis, Just the cattle with tits. And I'll get mad at their zits, And paddle their bits, With saddles and whips, And rattle their clits . . . that was rude. Yo, so 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 you could call her Patty Mayonnaise. Oh, Nickelodeon and cum. My girl is epileptic cause she's the one I'm jerkin with, Common you Asian child laborer show me what your workin' with... Ooh, large machineries... 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 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 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 u can write my name. My junks so long that it hangs and swings, So at the nude beach people think I'm lookin' for lost rings. Play the skin flute while your big boy sings, And if you want to take it all wear African neck rings. 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, Taking the b-a-t out of basement, homie. Spells semen. ‘Cause 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, This song's gonna end really awkwardly, thank you.
It’s really interesting to see the lyrics from his different songs like rant or hell of a ride
Oops, forgot the lyrics. Here they are:
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.
You guys are a fucking metronome.
Photosynthetical, I want 'em botanical,
And I'm kind of theoretical,
Quantum mechanical,
Alphabetical, a word puritanical,
Not a hypothetical, I rule tyrannical.
Tyrannical-saurus Rex,
Fuck the system, solar plex-us.
A lone star Texas, yeah,
Too smart to be sexist, hey,
Slow it down, the shit's too quick.
Fuck it, stick with it, the kid is too sick to quit.
Haters, suck my dick,
Handle the candle, lick the wick.
No, stop, you're better than that,
C'mon, "mail" definition, there's a letter in that,
Spell "male" then repeat the second letter in that,
AA, if you got a girl, don't let her in that.
I got a green light, Jay Gatsby.
You know leaking's just for maxi,
So leak my tracks, they're tax-free,
And that's the way to be if you ask me.
Take this music, choose it, use it, fuse it,
Abuse it, lose it.
If some of you like it, sweet,
But if it's just me, then B, let's ride the beat.
Fuck it, get a bucket, my stomach is gonna upchuck,
Texas Ranger, no Walker, get up, Chuck,
Pixar's dicks are slick 'cause they fucked up,
What a fucked up stuck-up suck-up.
Say this shit is crap, scoff,
Write me off 'cause I'm a white kid tryin' to rap,
Because I'm willing to quit, just kiddin',
The kid will keep killin' this shit, oh.
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,
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.
Cuz 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.
G-spot...
It was all a dream, I used to read a quick Nick magazine.
Ren and Stimpy, Tommy Pickles and the games between,
I'm watching TV in the dark,
Every Saturday Double dare with my main man Marky Mark.
Summers, Falls, Winters and Springs,
I've seen 17 sets cut me open count the rings.
But I wish that I could be 8, 9, or 10,
Wearing "Life is Good" t-shirts that made sense back then,
You wanna know me well here's a list;
When I tried to hit puberty I swung and I missed,
I like palindromes like "do geese see god?",
Or "go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog".
And I can do a rubix cube in a minute 20.
Fast food and the internet's plenty for me,
I live simple with one dimple,
And a weird mole thing on my left nipple.
Obama, could you pass some hope to the Pope?
I know a couple dudes who wanna elope.
See the church said nope so the bros can't cope,
The bros can grope but the bros can't cope.
They've been in love and they've been addicted,
Who said they shouldn't? Benedict did.
'Cause you can be a Benedict,
If you've been a dick under Benedict,
But you can't have Benedicts,
Because there's only one pope,
With only one dick, what?
What? Yeah, a dick on a pope is,
Just like a soap on a rope,
'Cause it's pointless, unless in prison,
Throw up your bibles, Christ has risen.
Hallelujah, now it's raining men,
Because the gender ratio is 1 to 10.
Winos at the Eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation.
I'm part of the fattest country on the global scale,
And were phat with a ph on the ph scale,
Because we're so basic.
I'm a little kid in a cave, yo,
Just starin' at my shadows and playin’ with Play-Doh.
Oh hey yo, Aristotle, I got some Hemlock, let's share a bottle.
Oh, too soon. I was Socra-teasin',
Let's drink hot chocolate, think, talk, reason.
Oh my, oh me ah. I think I'll 'see ya,
If I want a piece of Greece, then I'll pirate "Mama Mia.".
Schwinn road kill - bicycle victim,
Is that my dog? Yeah, I Michael Vick'd him.
Put a pic of my nuts as my profile pic,
And your girl clicked it, liked it, and licked it.
My attempt is, check the tenses so the flow don't stop,
In the future you'll be passed out like a present with a bow on top.
Give us a house and a car and a kid,
So we can raise it, praise it, blaze it up,
And get Lasik to see how bad we fucked it up.
We all had braces. Our smiles are fake,
Another mother saw her hotter daughter's water break.
The Miley Cyrus virus is as bad as it gets,
And similarly as bad as simile Tourette's,
Cause like it's like I like my right to like,
But like I also have like a life to write, right?
Wrong. This is a road kill song,
About a kid who followed the bouncing ball during the sing along.
I'm a little teapot who’s steaming mad,
Because the world’s not careful cause I'm hot...
(1, 2, Fuck You)
I take a stroll around the block to relax my mind,
And then I walk by the clock just to pass the time,
And rhymin', mathematical timin',
Syntax impacts the intact hymen.
Trust me, you don't want to fuck with me,
Check my record. Wrecked it on my SAT's,
I got a 780 math, 730 verbal,
Kick a Jonas brother and he'll fart out a gerbil.
Voice so sweet, call me Mr. (Herbal) T,
More deadly than Joseph Goebbel's pee,
In a swastika Dixie cup,
I’ve got a dick full of helium; I'll fuck you up!
Put down your fists ‘cause it’s a battle of wits,
And if you bring your facts sis,
Just the cattle with tits.
And I'll get mad at their zits,
And paddle their bits,
With saddles and whips,
And rattle their clits . . . that was rude.
Yo, so 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 you could call her Patty Mayonnaise.
Oh, Nickelodeon and cum.
My girl is epileptic cause she's the one I'm jerkin with,
Common you Asian child laborer show me what your workin' with...
Ooh, large machineries...
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 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 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 u can write my name.
My junks so long that it hangs and swings,
So at the nude beach people think I'm lookin' for lost rings.
Play the skin flute while your big boy sings,
And if you want to take it all wear African neck rings.
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,
Taking the b-a-t out of basement, homie. Spells semen.
‘Cause 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,
This song's gonna end really awkwardly, thank you.
how the shit did he fit like, 3 songs and a few new verses in ONE SONG
Gonna cover this… (the whole thing lol)