| Spoken
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| I feel like hip-hop
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| 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 up VIP
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| I got a fake mustache and a fake ID
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| I look like Woolly Willy
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| 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, wowser
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| Look at all of Bo’s hoes
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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 it in your mouth
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| And I bust 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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| Oooh 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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| But 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 'til 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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| Oooh 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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| Oooh 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?
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| Girl, don’t make me laugh
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| I said my junk is bipolar
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| It’ll split you in half, yeah
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| And if you’re lucky
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| I might just bring you home
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| And I’ll have you going down
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| Like you’re growin' an extra chromosome
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| And when you grab me
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| 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-uuns
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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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| Oooh 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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| Oooh Bo
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| Spoken
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| I wanna break it down for ya’ll
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| I came from the streets, with nothin'
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| Now I’m makin' hit records
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| For my people still livin' in the streets
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| Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you
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| I’m doin' this for you
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| My success is your success
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| And I know you may be thinkin'
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| Hey, if you really believe that
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| Why don’t you use some of your money
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| To help rebuild the neighborhood
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| 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 comin' 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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| Oooh 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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| Ugh Ugh!
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| You gotta fume like a tuna
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| I’ll smell ya 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 (ugh)
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| It was wrong on, it was wrong on, 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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| Oooh 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OH BO (studio) , by - Bo Burnham. Song from the album Words Words Words, in the genre