Bob😂

“BOB AIN’T GOT NO BRAINS” [Intro] Yo— Somebody call a neurologist. We got an emergency. Bob’s head is making a noise like a microwave with a fork in it. [Verse 1] Bob ain’t got no brains, just a skull full of rent, Two ears on the sides, nothin’ there to connect. Asked Bob what she thinks—she said, “Give me a sec,” Three business days later, still ain’t finished the text. She’s got one brain cell, and the poor thing’s stressed, Running laps by itself screaming, “I’M DOING MY BEST!” Doctor held up the X-ray, said, “Well, I’ll be damned— There’s plenty of room in here. You could park a minivan.” She tried to play chess, got checked by a pawn, Tried to microwave ice just to see if it thawed. Bought a wireless mouse, started feeding it cheese, Then called tech support: “Why won’t this thing eat?” [Hook] BOB! Ain’t got no brains! Head full of echoes and expired coupons, man! BOB! Ain’t got no brains! Shake her head twice—you can hear loose change! BOB! What the hell’s going on upstairs? Light’s on, door’s open—ain’t nobody there! Knock-knock— “Hello?” Nothing again. Bob’s got a forehead but forgot the brain! [Verse 2] Bob poured water on her phone ’cause she wanted to stream, Put sunglasses on at night so she could “see her dreams.” Lost her keys, spent an hour checking under her hat— They were in her hand. Bob, explain THAT. Tried to download knowledge—Wi-Fi said “NO.” Google saw the search history and packed up to go. Siri heard her question, said, “I’m taking the day.” Alexa unplugged HERSELF and just walked away. NASA heard about Bob, started studying space, Said, “We finally found the biggest vacuum someplace.” Scientists showed up with equipment and cranes— Not looking for aliens— THEY’RE LOOKING FOR BOB’S BRAINS. [Bridge] Maybe they fell out. Maybe they’re late. Maybe they took one look at Bob and escaped. Maybe they’re hiding. Maybe they’re scared. Maybe Bob ordered some and they’re lost in the mail. [Final Hook] BOB! AIN’T! GOT! NO BRAINS! Just elevator music and a couple loose chains! Thoughts come knocking but they can’t get in, ’Cause Bob changed the locks and forgot where she lives! BOB! Ain’t got no brains! Common sense saw her and switched lanes! If intelligence called, Bob would answer and say: “Sorry, wrong number”— Then call it back anyway. [Outro] So give Bob some love. Don’t give Bob a test. Don’t give Bob directions. And for the love of God— DO NOT GIVE BOB A FORK NEAR THE MICROWAVE.