Intro (spoken):
I feel like hip hop
Used to be a voice for the voiceless, 
And now it's become, at least in the mainstream , 
A symbol of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility.
So I figure, 
If you can't beat 'em , 
Join 'Em.

Ab5
Hittin' the club up VIP
Eb5
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID.
F5
I look like Wooly Willy
C#5
With a really wooly willy.
Ab5
And I bypass the bouncer, 
Eb5
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser.
F5
Look at all of Bo's hoes
C#5
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose.
Ab5
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego.
Eb5
We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
F5
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.
C#5
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa! 

(CHORUS)
Ab5
Single every single day
Eb5
Do it every single way
F5
Make the single ladies say
C#5
Oooh Bo
Ab5
And if I were gay, 
Eb5
Though I swear I'm straight, 
F5                        C#5  
I'd make them fellas say... 

Ab5
You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top, 
Eb5
But careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop.
F5
Pop pop pop goes my weasel, 
C#5
Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock's easel.
Ab5
My suggestion is:
Eb5
You don't blow 'til you know what congestion is, 
F5
Swallow when you know what digestion is.
C#5
Follow Bo, the only question is:
Ab5
Have you been splattered before
Eb5
By the mad-hatter matador?
F5
Cake-batter never more
C#5
It don't matter whether you're
Ab5
Spanish, French, 
Eb5
Swedish or Cambodian, 
F5
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.

(CHORUS)

Ab5
You think that you can handle me?
Eb5
Girl, don't make me laugh.
F5
I said my junk is bipolar
C#5
It will split you in half (yea).
Ab5
And if you're lucky, 
Eb5
I might just bring you home, 
F5
And I'll have you going down
C#5
Like you're growin' an extra chromosome.
Ab5
And when you love me, 
Eb5
Don't grab me by the buns
F5
'Cause I got a bad case of the ruunnnns.
C#5
I got the runs
I got the ru-u-u-uuuns

(CHORUS)

(Spoken)
(The rhythm in this part is kinda hard to tab out.  It is still the same chords, 
just a different rhythm )
I wanna break it down for ya'll
I came from the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm makin' hit records
For my people still livin' in the streets, 
Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you
I'm doin' this for you.
My success is your success.
And I know you may be thinkin', 
Hey, if you really believe that, 
Why don't you use some of your money
To help rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, chorus is comin' out):

(CHORUS)

Ab5
You gotta fume like a tuna, 
Eb5
I'll smell ya later.
F5
I met a fat chick
C#5                       F5
And fucked her in an elevator.
Ab5                  Eb5       
It was wrong on so many levels.
F5                        C#5 
It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels.
Ab5                       Ab5
It was wrong on so many levels (ugh).
Ab5             (Transition up to Bb5 )
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on

(NEW CHORUS)

Bb5
Single every single
F5
Do it every single
G5
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
Eb5
Oooh Bo

Bb5
This song's almost completed
F5
All this little ditty needed
G5
Instrument that's double reeded:
Eb5
The oboe

(Yea)

Oh, Bo
Play that oboe