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Later incredibly hot chick...

Come back any time, and do sexual things...

You know, like we were just doing...

Oh, hi guys...

Entity here...

This next song is just straight word play...

No gimmicism, just lyricism...

Drop that beat, nerd boy...

**Beat Drops**

Walkin my poodles man, it never gets old.
With my dogs on a leash, I got bitches on hold.
A first AIDS kit? That's a reecist monkey.
I bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie.
I get more ass than a giant donkey stable.
Got more lines than Witney Houston's coffee table.
I get more head than grammar school lights.
I'm like a walkin glacier, I'm so decked out with ice.
Did you poop a virgin? Cuz that shit is tight.
Jack aint black, and Berry aint white.
I do drugs in the bedroom, so lie on your back.
Cuz I gots the pipe, and you gots the crack.
Though I'm sexually straight, you'll find I'm mentally gay.
Cuz I'll blow your mind, hey hey hey hey.
The parents are snickerin, I shouldn't have written it.
But I'm constipated... couldn't giveh shit.

**Beat Drops**

My name is Bo...
Fo' sho...
A born Bostonian...
Aryan librarian of the word Smithsonian.
Though rap is scattered, it has it's ingenuity.
I gave it this little part, to give it continuity.

**Beat Drops**

And the fellas say --
Hey moron, pass the Gin.
Cuz I'm an oxymoron, breathin oxygen.
Give me the bottle... I'll chug two thirds.
Cuz you bitches know fractions speak louder than words.
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.

**Beat Drops**

My name is Bo...
Fo' sho...
A born Bostonian...
Aryan librarian of the word Smithsonian.
Though rap is scattered, it has it's ingenuity.
I gave it this little part, to give it continuity.

**Beat Drops**

Walkin through the garden, with food at my feet.
Picked up the celery, but I dropped the beet...

**Crickets Chirping**

And then I picked it up...

**Beat Drops**

I'm 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.
Illiterate literates, a bunch of Moby Dicks.
Hippy to uh pottery... oh justa feel ya.
Take it with a condom, stainless steel ya.
Half a pound of turkey breasts, half a pound of chicken tits.
Why are only crackers staying at the Rits?
Poverty and racism, isn't it strange?
Only the homeless are begging for change.
I'll shock Sherlock... Wat'son?
Rosa Parks, didn't call shotgun.
Now here's a bit of irony.
A Ford Focus driver's got A'D'D.
How'd I come to master, all these things?
Like a tampon thief, I had to pull some strings.

**Beat Drops**

I had to pull some strings...

**Beat Drops**

My name is Bo...
Fo' sho...
A born Bostonian...
Aryan librarian of the word Smithsonian.
Though rap is scattered, it has it's ingenuity.
I gave it this little part, to give it continuity.

**Beat Drops**


That's a rap...

Hilarious.....Genius, yet terribly sexist in ways....Hilarious over-all.

Wow! This is amazing. It's funny and dope. 5 stars all day! Nice job! XD!

A first AIDS kit? That's a reecist monkey.
I bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie.

epic five star line is epic. Good job Ent!