I feel like hip hop

Used to be a voice for the voiceless

And now it′s become, at least in the mainstreamA symbol of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility

So I figure

If you can't beat ′em

Join 'em

Hittin' the club up VIP

I got a fake mustache 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, wowser

Look at all of Bo′s hoes

Looking for a ride on Bo′s hose

And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego

We go to 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 starving in Africa!

Single every single day

Do it every single way

Make the single ladies say

Oooh Bo

And if I were gay

Though I swear I'm straight

I′d make them 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 ya looking 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 never more

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

Oooh Bo

And if I were gay,

Though I swear I′m straight

I'd make them fellas say

Oooh Bo

Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo

A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo

You think that you can handle me?

Girl, don′t make me laugh

I said my junk is bipolar

It will split you in half (yea)

And if you're lucky

I might just bring you home

And I'll have you going down

Like you′re growin′ an extra chromosome

And when you love me

Don't grab me by the buns

′Cause I got a bad case of the ruunnnns

I got the runs

I got the ru-u-u-uuuns

Single every single day

Do it every single way

Make the single ladies say

Oooh Bo

And if I were gay

Though I swear I'm straight

I′d make them fellas say

Oooh Bo

(Spoken)

I wanna break it down for ya'll

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 wanna tell you

I'm doin′ this for you

My success is your success

And I know you may be thinkin'

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 comin' out)

Single every single day

Do it every single way

Make the single ladies say

Oooh Bo

And if I were gay

Though I swear I′m straight

I'd make them fellas say

Ugh Ugh!

You gotta fume like a tuna

I'll smell ya later

I met a fat chick

And fucked her in an elevator

It was wrong on so many levels

It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels

It was wrong on