I don′t know if all Boy Scouts are gays

They could probably tie the knot in, like, fifty different ways

I got a safe full o' cherries, ′cause I pop it and lock itA girl's like a fridge, once a week, you should stock it

Girl, if you're into rimming, it′s only safe if you′re swimming

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 steaming

I'm gonna tear it, like the cards of the gypsies

You′ll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses

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

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

Hey, what the fuck′s a G-spot?

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 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 making out

Second base, I'm getting faked out

Said, 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 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

'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

Because I skeet her so hard people call her Patty Mayonnaise

(Oh, Nickelodeon and cum, what?)

I'm blowing up like I thought I would

I′m circumcised 'cause I don′t cum from the hood

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

Come on, you Asian child-laborer, show me what you′re working with

Ooh, large machinery

′Cause there's an inverse relationship between respect and sects

I′m talking '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 cause you left the game and if that don't feel right, then you can write my name

′Cause 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

And if you want to take it all, wear African neck-rings

(They make your neck longer ′cause my, fuck it)

Haters call me gay, but that ain't hating

′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, homey

'Cause 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 representing you, I'm representing the people from the 01982, yo

Oh, yeah, what, yo motherfucker, tingle, yeah