[Spoken Intro]
Okay, on that note, I'm gonna rap
Heh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Walkin' my poodles, man it never gets old
With my dogs on my leash I got bitches on the hold
A first aids kit? That's a rhesus monkey
I bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie!

[Verse 2]
I, I get more ass than a giant donkey stable
I 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

[Verse 3]
Hey, Jesus loves you as long as you're white
Did you poop a virgin? 'Cause that shit is tight
Hey, I'm blowin' up like I thought I would
I'm circumcised 'cause I don't come from the hood
Yo, I do drugs in the bedroom, lie on your back
'Cause I got the pipe and you got the crack
Though I'm sexually straight, you're bound to find
I'm mentally gay, cause I'll blow your mind, ma'am
[Verse 4]
Yo, the parents be snickerin', "He shouldn't have written it"
But I'm constipated, I couldn't give a shit
What, motherfucker?
What, yo
Yeah, this kid's a virgin

[Chorus]
My name is Bo
My name is Bo fo sho
A born Bostonian
Aryan librarian at the wordsmith-sonian
The rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity
I gave it this little part to give it continuity
Uh, fuckin' feel it yeah
Yo, huh? Where are we? Yeah

[Verse 5]
And the fellas say
Hey moron pass the gin
Cause I'm an ozymoron breathing oxygen
Give me the bottle, I'll chug two-thirds
'Cause you bitches know fractions speak louder than words, oh

[Verse 6]
And the ladies say
Hey fellas I'm keepin it tight, and if you play your cards right you can have me tonight
Should I blow you or beat you, brass or percussion?
Oh, stop, period, end of discussion
[Chorus]
Yo, my name is Bo fo sho
A born Bostonian
Aryan librarian at the wordsmith-sonian
The rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity
I gave it this little part to give it continuity

[Verse 7]
Walking through the garden, food at my feet, picked up the celery but dropped the beet (My bad)
Yeah
And then I picked it up, and it-
There's music, it gets faster
Alright, let's end this

[Verse 8]
We're in the hood, I'll take what you give me
Was Einstein's theory good, relatively
A smart queen's kingdom, it doesn't mix
A litter of literates, a bunch of Moby Dicks
"Get thee to a punnery" oh, just Ophelia
Take you with a condom, stainless steel ya
Half a pound of turkey breast, half a pound of chicken tits
Why are only crackers staying at the Ritz?
Poverty, racism, isn't it strange
That only the homeless are beggin' for change?
I shocked Sherlock
What, son?
Rosa Parks didn't call "shotgun!"
[Verse 9]
Here's a little bit of irony
A Ford Focus driver has ADD
How'd I come to master all these things?
Like a tampon thief, I had to pull some strings