Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Key: C Difficulty: Novice Verse: C F Now I don't know if all Boy Scouts are gays Am G They could probably tie the knot in, like, fifty different ways C F I got a safe full o' cherries, 'cause I pop it and lock it, Am G A girl's like a fridge, once a week, you should stock it. C F And girl, if you're into rimmin', it's only safe if you're swimmin', Am G But, girl, don't sit on that couch 'cause I treat my objects like women. C F I spit fire like I just blew a demon, Am G My shit's so hot, I'll leave your toilet bowl steamin'. C F Girl I'm gonna tear it, like the cards of the gypsies, Am G You'll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses. C F If your pants are loose, I'll replete ya. Am G You're a first time vegan and it's nice to meet ya.
Chorus: C I'm Bo, yo, F And I'm the greatest rapper ever, Am G And I'll weather your weather whether you think I'm clever or not C Think you're better, you're not, F Don't need a sweater, I'm hot, Am G I'm a real G-shawty that can really find your G-spot. C F Woah, yeah... Am G ... Hey, what the fuck's a G-spot? Verse: C F Go to a vagina orchard, count one, two, three. Am G Spin that plant around you got a third-world country C F That's right, consider yourself warned, Am G I'm offensive and creative like handicapped porn. C F You're playing with your breasts, excuse me, can I try it ma'am? Am G You're pushin' 'em together like a titty venn diagram. C F Look at that crack, excuse me can I buy a gram? Am G Right below your diaphragm, ass looks like you're hidin' ham. C F First base, we're making out. Am G Second base, I'm getting faked out. C F Said, third base, I'm getting take out. Am G And I'd try to take it home if I knew I'd take it out, C F But I just don't know, I said I just don't care, Am G I said my flow's so cold I need a tampon from a polar bear. C F And you can spell and smell my stink, Am G B.O. lingers and it makes you think. Chorus: C I'm Bo, yo, F And I'm the greatest rapper ever, Am G And I'll weather your weather whether you think I'm clever or not, C Think you're better, you're not, F Don't need a sweater, I'm hot, Am G I'm a real G-shawty that can really find your G-spot. C F Woah, yeah... Am G ... provided that you point me in the general direction. C F 'Cause girls are like donuts when I be bustin' Bo nuts, Am G I can make 'em cream-filled or give them a layer of glaze. C F I'm like Doug's friend Skeeter whenever I meet her, Am G Because I skeet her so hard people call her Patty Mayonnaise. C F (Oh, Nickelodeon and cum, what?) C F I'm blowin' up like I thought I would, Am G I'm circumcised 'cause I don't cum from the hood. C F My girl is epileptic cause she's the one I'm jerkin with, Am G Come on, you Asian child-laborer, show me what you're workin' with. C F Ooh, large machinery. C F 'Cause there's an inverse relationship between respect and sects Am G I'm talking 'bout religious sects like a Mormon sect, C F That says you can't have sex with members of different sects, Am G but you can't have sex with members of the same sex, C F Am G So if the sects can't be different and the sex can't be same, then the only sex left is some left-hand shame. C F Am G And girl I left you cause you left the game and if that don't feel right, then you can write my name. Chorus: C I'm Bo, yo, F And I'm the greatest rapper ever, Am G And I'll weather your weather whether you think I'm clever or not, C Think you're better, you're not, F Don't need a sweater, I'm hot, Am G I'm a real G that can really find your G-spot. C F woah, yeah... oh, but I'm inadequate. Am G C Have I gotten that point across yet? How original Verse: C F Yo, my junk's so long that it hangs and swings, Am G So at the nude beach people think I'm lookin for lost rings. C F Play the skin flute, your big boy sings, Am G And if you want to take it all, wear African neck-rings. C F (They make your neck longer 'cause my... fuck it) C F Haters call me gay, but that ain't hatin'. Am G 'Cause I'm not homophobic, my morals are straight, C F And if I'm in the closet, then you are below me, Am G Taking the B-A-T out of basement, homie Chorus: C I'm Bo, yo, F And I'm the greatest rapper ever, Am G And I'll weather your weather whether you think I'm clever or not, C Think you're better, you're not, F Don't need a sweater, Am G I'm a real G that can really find your what now. C F Oh, yeah
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