It's kind of awkward and I really shouldn't say shit
But my homie Booger's on some motherfucking gay shit
And I need to find a way to let him know we're still cool
He's just overly polite to try to push in a guy's stool
So what if balls make him drool
And it hurts every time he drops the kids off at the pool
It's his prerogative to practice homosexuality
But taking cocks up the ass could end in his fatality
And I don't want to see my homie's casualty
So if you're into fucking dudes, you can't do it casually
You gotta use a jimmy hat and make that shit a habit
But I just can't believe that my l'il homie is a faggot
Word to Richard Simmons
He likes big butts, but he don't like women's
In male fecal matter's where his sperm be swimmin'
But he can't find employment so his only job is rimmin'
1,2,3 my little homie named Booger D's
An F.A.G. and I think you better see
That he likes to be topped and, he can't be stopped when
He's got a cock in his mouth til the last drop and
Booger, Booger D he's an F.A.G
Uh Booger D, Booger D, what the fuck do you see?
Booger D, Booger D, do you have HIV?
B-B-B-Booger, Booger D, homosexuality
My homie's gay but I wanna let him know
That I'm down with the motherfucking ho to the mo
Does he like it up the ass real fast or slow-mo?
Does he shave his nutsac or let his pubes go fro?
What position does he play, does he catch or pitch?
Can he suck the fucking chrome off a trailer hitch?
Or does he give lame head like Terri Schiavo would?
Does he fuck wit the boys from the rival hood?
Or does he keep on the down low, and play it straight?
Is it a personal choice, or would he say its fate?
For him to want to suck the kernels out a fellow's corn hole
And up the ass take a motherfucking telephone pole
I wanna tell the homo that I'm cool with his lifestyle
I'd even let him babysit me and wife's child
Since we got a girl, we know he wouldn't molest her
But when we got her home, we'd HIV test her
My homie's as gay as the day is long
But who the fuck am I, to say its wrong?
Cuz I got my own vices, so who am I to judge
I knew he liked the Green Bay Packers, now I know he packs fudge
We watched Superbowl together
Now I know he likes his pooper full, whatever
I didn't know then, why should I be caring now
Booger D plants his seed on barren ground
It's not apparent how, I can tell him I know
That he's still my hom-ie, even though he's ho-mo
Even though he's into fistin' we still have a coalition
When he said he liked shrimpin' I thought he meant fishin'
When he said he liked snowballs, it should have been a clue
But when he said he liked sucking shitty dicks, I knew
That of gayness, Booger D was the epitome
Now I'm feeling jealous cause in all the years he never hit on me
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