NEW TOUR FALL 2010 tickets here: tinyurl.com my new CD, "words, words, words," is here: itunes.apple.com beat and lyrics by bo burnham walkin my poodles, man it never gets old with my dogs on my leash i got bitches on the hold, a first aids kit? thats a rhesus monkey, i bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie! get more ass than a giant donkey stable, got more lines than whitney houston's coffee table, i get more head than grammar school lice, i'm like a walkin glacier i'm so decked out with ice. Did you poop a virgin? cause that shit is tight. jack ain't black, barry ain't white. i do drugs in the bedroom, lie on ur back cause i got the pipe and you got the crack. though i'm sexually straight, your bound to find, i'm mentally gay, cause i'll blow your mind. the parents be snickerin "he shouldnt have written it" but i'm constipated, couldnt give a shit. chorus: My name is bo fo sho, a born bostonian, aryan librarian at the WORDsmithsonian the rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity, i gave it this little part to give it continuity. the fellas say hey moron pass the gin cause i'm an OXYmoron breathing OXYgen give me the bottle, i'll chug two thirds cause you bitches know fractions speak louder than words and the ladies say hey fellas i'm keepin it tight and if you play ur cards right you can have me tonight should i blow you or beat you, brass or percussion? oh stop, PERIOD end of discussion chorus... walking through the garden with food at my feet, picked up the celery but ...
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