Ying Yang Friends - T.J. Miller, Bo Burnham

Ying Yang friends

Ying yang friends

T.J.

Bo Burnham.

Love this dude.

Friends forever, right man?

Yeah, bro.

Ebony and Ivory.

'Cept we both Ivory, motherfuckers!

Yeah, man.

Hear that beat?

That’s heavy, man.

That’s heavy.

We gotta respect one another.

I respect his work, y’all.

I respect his family.

Yeah, I’ll respect your families, y’all.

It’s the illest, still silliest Dr. Seuss

I fuck witches, bitches, make Goody Proctor loose

Yea, I went to the zoo and I fisted a goose

And while my hand was inside it, I threw up the deuce

Bruce.

Die hard.

«Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?»

I’m the fresh young kid, you the saggy old Phyllis

Diller kid;

I’m the DJ killer

Now I’m passing the mic off to TJ Miller, what!

It’s the silliest, illiest illiest Dr. Seuss

I fuck witches make Doctors Proctors loose

I went to the zoo man, and fisted a goose

When my hand was inside her, I threw up two fingers

Die hard!

Yo, TJ, those are my rhymes, dude

And stealin' my rhymes, dude, is borderline rude

What are you talking about, man?

What’s the deal

I mean, did the Beasty Boys do--

No, the Beasty Boys emphasize words at the end--

Saying the same words.

All right, I’ll do something different.

Okay.

Yo, TJ, that’s my rhymes, dude.

And stealin' my rhythms is borderline rude.

You’re joking, right?

That’s the same-

No, I’m singing.

That’s the, I’m doing the now.

That’s now how…, okay, I’ll give you a word.

Just, rhyme… just rhyme a word… look.

The best duo around, ain’t no one bigga

I wanna give a shout-out to all my niggas!

No, dude, we can’t fucking say that, are you serious?

What?

You said it yesterday in the car!

I was, okay.

I was singing along to the song that I enjoy.

Whatever, man.

You said it in the car.

When you say it in the car, you say it outdoors!

Are you, like, in one of your moods today or whatever?

Yeah, mood.

Y’know.

I get it.

I’m always in a mood.

I’m always-

Well, it seems like- all right, just please rap.

Can you just start rapping?

Oh yeah, no sure.

I’ll rap.

I love rapping.

Okay, go.

I got so much sadness, so much shame

'Cause when we go on stage, they always scream your name

No. Look.

No, man.

No one’s leavin' you out

It’s just, «Bo, Bo!»

is easy to shout

When we share hotel rooms, I feel like a creep

'Cause I like masturbating while watching you sleep

Yo, that’s fucked up, dude.

Man, you said, «Bo, trust me»

Now I know why all my pillows are crusty

I’m really, really worried and a bit annoyed

It seems you’re sending signals like some fucked up Sigmund Freud shit

I’ll never be like you.

You’ll always be better.

Yo, just wake me up next time.

We’ll jack off together!

That’s not what I wanna do!

We can rent a movie or something.

Come on, don’t be weird, man.

It’s just difficult because obviously, you’re the better rapper.

No, it’s not-

Yeh, in this situation…

Better is a stupid word.

We balance each other out.

I’m not some special needs kid, okay.

No- well, all right.

Yeah, there’s always one person’s better.

Can we just-

You’re Justin Timberlake, I’m the rest of N’Sync.

Ying Yang Friends!

1, 2, punch.

Hungry still?

Here’s some lunch

We’re Dodo.

Ring like Fodo.

Quasimodo got a hunch

Mess with us, we’ll fuck your daughter, take her out, break her water

Now TJ, please, make the track even hotter

I can’t 'cause you’re the better man

Everybody likes you;

and the plan

Is always your decision, you’re the best

Look at TJ, make fun of his sweatervest

When girls wanna sleep with you, they talk to me

Then you tell them, «Hey, walk over here with me»

Then you make out with them when clearly

I was talking to her all night at the bar;

Clearly a very attractive red head who is into photography.

It seems like you have issues that you need to work out

before you step out into the recording studio.

Well, then, why don’t I work them out on my own.

I get it, okay… It’s over

We done here

Yeah, we’re done;

Don’t let the door hit you on the time you go out of the… exit.

Yo, yo, yo…

YING YANG FRIENDS.

Lets do this again!

Yeah!

Friends forever!

'Til the end, motherfuckers.

See you tomorrow?

Peace.