I'm a feminine Eminem, a shady lady but nice cause I texted 90 lady cops on the road and I'm for doing 80. hamlet, all about "words, words, words" divide a into thirds, thirds, thirds. I'm a gay sea otter. I blow other out of the water. I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin, and fly like an arctic puffin, puffin tobaccy hatin rappers like I'm Helga Pataki and I've been this mic before electricity way back in BCE - that's before the common era. I be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick of helium, I'll fuck you up. a boy, a girl, a aged bitch, botox in the third person. I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the person. just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two
I hate catchy and I'm a hypocrite. hungry hippocrite. I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
met a girl named Macy had sex her all day, but she was dyslexic, so I up doin the YMCA we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate semi-colon, find that hole I'm Stephen Hawking, Finch, killing, mocking. cry like a child would, you raped my just stroll in, roll in your pole Rolie Polie Olie's colon. to relax my I take a walk by the clock and i pass the time and rhymin, mathematic timin, impacts the intact hymen. I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a spider, fucked a girl in an orchard, then came in cider (inside her) I thought AIDS was a butt virus like junction conjunctivitis I spit gold cause I was molested by my uncle Midas gay dads blow pops, sucker, was the first motherfucker.
I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite. hungry hippocrite. I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
we the of the USA Jose, not talkin to you, esse. we got a border in order to you out, it's what my NYU essay's cause we're, xenophobic princess, molested by my Uncle Sam, is incest? "I WANT YOU" to my finger does my scent still linger? south of queers, of hell, the queer ones suck and the brown smell we guard the border and we it well but some slip through the cracks of the bell did I say I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go cause in real life wins and sells all the silk that the widow spins.
I hate catchy and I'm a hypocrite. hungry hippocrite. I hate catchy and I'm a hypocrite.
bitches and hoes, hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes. bitches and hoes exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist, bitches and hoes don't because the hoes know Bo's a feminist so off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em take off your bras and burn em, or you can let Bo Burnham em.