Перевод песни Bo Burnham – Bo' Fo' Sho'
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Walkin' my poodles, man it never gets old With my dogs on my leash I got bitches on the hold A first aids kit? That's a rhesus monkey I bust more nuts than a pistachio junkie! I get more ass than a giant donkey stable I got more lines than Whitney Houston's coffee table I get more head than grammar school lice I'm like a walkin' glacier I'm so decked out with ice Hey, Jesus loves you as long as you're white Did you poop a virgin? cause that shit is tight Hey, I'm blowin' up like I thought I would I'm circumcised 'cause I don't come from the hood Yo, I do drugs in the bedroom, lie on your back Cause I got the pipe and you got the crack Though I'm sexually straight, you're bound to find I'm mentally gay, cause I'll blow your mind, ma'am Yo, the parents be snickerin', «He shouldn't have written it» But I'm constipated, couldn't give a shit What, motherfucker? What, yo Yeah, this kid's a virgin My name is Bo My name is Bo fo sho A born Bostonian Aryan librarian at the wordsmith-sonian The rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity I gave it this little part to give it continuity Uh, fuckin' feel it yeah Yo, huh? Where are we? Yeah And the fellas say Hey moron pass the gin Cause I'm an ozymoron breathing oxygen Give me the bottle, I'll chug two-thirds 'Cause 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 Yo, my name is Bo fo sho A born Bostonian Aryan librarian at the wordsmith-sonian The rap is scattered, it hides its ingenuity I gave it this little part to give it continuity Walking through the garden, food at my feet, picked up the celery but dropped the beet Yeah And then I picked it up, and it- There's music, it gets faster Alright, let's end this We're 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 A litter of literates, a bunch of Moby Dicks «Get thee to a punnery» oh, just Ophelia Take you with a condom, stainless steel ya Half a pound of turkey breast, half a pound of chicken tits Why are only crackers staying at the Ritz? Poverty, racism, isn't it strange That only the homeless are beggin for change? I shocked Sherlock What, son? Rosa Parks didn't call «shotgun!» Here's a little bit of irony A Ford Focus driver has ADD How'd I come to master all these things? Like a tampon thief, I had to pull some strings