Rant Lyrics Bo Burnham
Rant Lyrics Bo Burnham. I'd like to thank your holy might for making me both rich and white. In the back, i sit and i nod to the beats that are bumpin' from my ipod my god they're starting to pray and over the music i can hear them say dear god, dear lord

Bo's 12th song rant which he later released as part of his words, words, words album on october 19th, 2010. Ll the seats at the sunday masses, filled with the mass's massive asses, classes pass as fast as molasses. I'd like to thank your holy might for making me both rich and white.
I'd Like To Thank Your Holy Might For Making Me Both Rich And White.
All the seats at the sunday masses, / filled with the mass's massive $$#es, / classes pass as fast as molasses. This was at the aladdin theater in portland, o. Ll the seats at the sunday masses, filled with the mass's massive asses, classes pass as fast as molasses.
Steeple, Wars And Drugs And Homeless People, Sadness Where There Should Be Joy,.
Trump didn’t sing all the words to the national anthem at national championship game In the back, i sit and i nod to the beats that are bumpin from my ipod my god, they're starting to pray and over the music i can hear them say dear god, dear lord, dear vague muscular man. Sadness, where there should be joy, hate.
Wars And Drugs And Homeless People.
Sadness, where there should be joy, hate. [verse 1] can i say my shit? Rant by bo burnham from words words wordsall rights to bo burnhamlyrics:all the seats at the sunday masses,filled with the mass's massive asses,classes p.
Let Us Pray Oh, Uh, Please Don't Feel Like You Can't Participate If You're Not Christian 'Cause This Is A Prayer For All Faiths, So Dear Jesus Of Nazareth Fir.
Sadness where there should be joy, hate. All the seats at the sunday masses filled with the masses mass of asses, classes pass fast as molasses, ceremonial reading glasses. My god, they're starting to pray.
Lyrics For Rant By Bo Burnham.
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