Bo Fo Sho EP
- "3.14 Apple Pi"; "I took my cereal, stabbed it open with a knife / snorted that shit and I got high on Life"
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- "New Math". "How do you make a scatter plot? You give the pencil to Michael J. Fox.note "
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- The title track, the apex of Bo's technical skills. There are so many puns it's impossible to catch them all the first time around, considering how expertly they've been hidden."Gay dads blow pops, another sucker / Oedipus was the first motherfucker!"
- "Art Is Dead". The self-loathing in that song will send chills down your spine, especially when it leads up to a heartrending Creator Breakdown.
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- "Eff", which contains 72 uses of the F word in rapid succession. The song's basically his big "fuck you" to pretty much everybody. What makes it more awesome is its terrible message (typical Bo). Special mention goes to: "A bit unstable, fuck you brain / A bit like Abel, fuck you Cain"
- His song "From God's Perspective" starts out as an ego trip and quickly becomes an insightful commentary on the human psyche. Also, it contains An Aesop to end 'em all:Bo: You shouldn't abstain from rape just 'cause you think I want you to / You shouldn't rape because rape is a fucked up thing to do..... (stops singing) Pretty obvious. Just don't fucking rape people. Didn't think I had to write that one down for ya.
- "We Think We Know You" needs to be seen to be fully appreciated.
- We never thought we'd genuinely say the sentence, "Never has masturbation been so awesome", but here ya go.
Make Happy Tour 2015
- Bo rapping nursery rhymes to an extremely sick beat with blue lighting, accompanied by the occasional fog machines. Mundane Made Awesome indeed."That joke cost me $200 to show!"
- The intro. Holy hell. That guitar beat is killer, then Bo goes into some sick call-and-response stuff that goes perfectly with the instrumentation.
- "Can't Handle This", the finale of the show, albeit a rather depressing peek inside Bo's mind, is a stellar piece that truly needs to be seen to be believed.
