[Verse 1]
It's kind of awkward and I really shouldn't say sh**
But my homie Booger's on some motherf**ing gay sh**
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 h*mos**uality
But taking co*ks up the a** could end in his fatality
And I don't want to see my homie's casualty
So if you're into f**ing dudes, you can't do it casually
You gotta use a jimmy hat and make that sh** a habit
But I just can't believe that my l'il homie is a f*ggot
Word to Richard Simmons
He likes big bu*ts, but he don't like women's
In male fecal matter's where his s**m be swimmin'
But he can't find employment so his only job is rimmin'
[Hook]
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 co*k in his mouth til the last drop and
Booger, Booger D he's an F.A.G
Uh Booger D, Booger D, what the f** do you see?
Booger D, Booger D, do you have HIV?
B-B-B-Booger, Booger D, h*mos**uality
[Verse 2]
My homie's gay but I wanna let him know
That I'm down with the motherf**ing ho to the mo
Does he like it up the a** 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 s** the f**ing chrome off a trailer hitch?
Or does he give lame head like Terri Schiavo would?
Does he f** 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 s** the kernels out a fellow's corn hole
And up the a** take a motherf**ing telephone pole
I wanna tell the h*mo 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
My homie's as gay as the day is long
But who the f** 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 s**ing sh**ty 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
[Hook]