(I feel like hip-hop used to be a voice for the voiceless, you know
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And now it's become, at least in the mainstream, a symbol of
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Misogyny
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Gay panic
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Fiscal irresponsibility
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So I figure
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If you can't beat 'em
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Join 'em)
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Hittin' the club a VIP
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I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
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I look like Woolly Willy with a really woolly willy, and I
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Bypass the bouncer
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Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wows her
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Look at all of Bo's hos
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Lookin' for a ride on Bo's hose, and I
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Spot a little latino
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Booty so big call it Oprah's Ego
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We go do it, through it
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She says, "Dios mia, mi amigo"
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Pull it out, stick in your mouth
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And I bust it in the back of ya
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Swallow, bitch
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There's people starving in Africa
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Single every single day
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Do it every single way
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Make the single ladies say
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"Oh Bo! "
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And if I were gay
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Though I swear I'm straight
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I'd make the fellas say
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You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top
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And careful, Cherry, 'cause I'm the king of pop
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Pop, pop, pop goes my weasel
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Now you look like Jackson Pollock's easel
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My suggestion is
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You don't blow it until you know what congestion is
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Swallow when you know what digestion is
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Follow Bo, the only question is
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Have you been splattered before
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By the Mad Hatter matador?
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Cake batter, never more
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It don't matter whether you're
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Spanish, French, Swedish, or Cambodian
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I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon
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Single every single day
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Do it every single way
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Make the single ladies say
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"Oh Bo! "
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And if I were gay
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Though I swear I'm straight
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I'd make the fellas say
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"Oh Bo! "
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Oh Bo
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Oh Bo, Bo
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Oh, oh Bo
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Oh Bo
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Oh Bo
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You think that you can handle me, girl, don't make me laugh
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I said my junk is bipolar, it'll split you in half, yeah
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And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home
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And I'll have you going down like you're growing an extra chromosome
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And if you're gonna grab me, don't grab me by my buns
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'Cause I got a bad case of the ru-runs
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I got the runs
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I got the ru-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-ns
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Single every single day
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Do it every single way
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Make the single ladies say
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"Oh Bo! "
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And if I were gay
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Though I swear I'm straight
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I'd think the fellas say
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"Oh Bo! "
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(I wanna break it down for y'all
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I came from the streets with nothing
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Now I'm making hit records
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For my people still living in the streets, still living in poverty, I want to tell you I'm doing this for you
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My success is your success
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And I know you may be thinking, "Hey, if you really believe that
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Why don't you use some of your money to help rebuild the neighborhood instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski? "
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And to that I say...
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Uh... chorus is coming up)
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Single every single day
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Do it every single way
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Make the single ladies say
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"Oh Bo! "
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And if I were gay
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Though I swear I'm straight
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I'd think the fellas say
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Uh, uh
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You gotta fume like a tuna
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I'll smell you later
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I met a fat chick
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And I fucked her in an elevator
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It was wrong on so many levels
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It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels
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It was wrong on so many levels, uh
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It was wrong on
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It was wrong on
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It was wrong on
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Single every single
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Do it every single
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Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
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Oh Bo!
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This song's almost completed
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All this little ditty needed
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Instrument that's double reeded
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The oboe!
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Yeah
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Oh Bo, play that oboe
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Oh Bo
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Bo Burnham |