Drop that beat Honey Yeah Walking My Poodle Man it never gets old With My Dogs on My Leash I got bitches on the Hold My First Aid kit That's a Reeces Monkey I bust more nuts than a Pistachio Junkie! Get more (a-word) than a giant Donkey Stable Got more lines than Whitney Houston's Coffee Table I get more Head than Grammar School lice I'm like a Walking Glacier I'm so Decked out with Ice Did you Poop a Virgin? 'Cuz that shit is Tight! Jack ain't Black and Barry ain't White I do Drugs in the Bedroom Lie on your Back- 'Cuz I gots the Pipe and You gots the Crack Though I'm sexually Straight You're bound to find I'm Mentally Gay- 'Cuz I Blow Your Mind! The Parents be Snickerin'; He Shouldn't of Written it But I'm Constipated; Couldn't give a shit (Chorus) My name is Bo Fo' Sho' A Born Bostonian An Aryan Librarian at the Word Smithsonian The rap is Scattered It has it's Enginuity I gave it this little part to give it Continuity And the Fellas say: "Hey Moron Pass the Gin!" 'Cuz I'm an Oxymoron Breathing Oxygen Give me the Bottle I'll chug Two/Thirds 'Cuz you bitches know Fractions speak louder than words Heyy! And the Ladies say: " Hey Fellas I'm keeping it tight But 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) My Name is Bo Fo' Sho' A Born Bostonian An Aryan Librarian at the word Smithsonian The rap is Scattered It has it's Enginuity I gave it this little part to give it Continuity Walking through the Garden With Food at my feet Picked up the Celery But Dropped the Beat- And then I picked it up Yeah Listen We're in the Hood I'll take what you give me Was Einstein's Theory Good? Relatively A Smart King's Kingdom It doesn't mix Illiterate literate! It's a bunch of Moby Dicks! 52 to a Ponnery Oh! Just to feel ya Take ya with a Condom- Stainless Steel ya Half a Pound of Turkey Breasts Half a pound of Chicken Tits Why are only Crackers stayin' at the Ritz? Poverty Racism Isn't it Strange ? Only the Homeless are begging for Change A shock- Sherlock Watson! Rosa Parks Didn't call Shotgun Here's a bit of Irony A Ford Focus Driver's got ADD How'd I come to master all these things? Like a Tampon Thief I had to pull some Strings I had to Pull some Strings That's a Rap! --- Lyrics submitted by myself