Efemjay - My Homie's Gay lyrics

[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]