WORDS, WORDS, WORDS (studio) (Explicit) - Bo Burnham
I'm a feminine Eminem a slim shady lady
But nice cause I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the road
And I'm arrested for doing 80
Like Hamlet all about
"words words words"
Divide a whole into thirds thirds thirds
I'm a gay sea otter
I blow other dudes out of the water
I'm the man muffin divin' muffin
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin
Puffin whacky tobaccy
Hatin' other rappers
Like I'm Helga Pataki
And I've been rockin' this
Mic before electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's
Before the common era
I can't be stopped
Flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a dixie cup
I gotta dick full of helium
I'll f**k you up
A boy a girl a middle aged b**ch
Botox in the third person
I give the perspective a switch
And Bo talks in the third person
Just relax if you wanna know me
Here's two facts
I hate catchy choruses
And I'm a hypocrite
Hungry hungry hypocrite
I hate catchy choruses and
I'm a hypocrite
Met a girl named Macy
Had sex with her all day
But she was dyslexic
So I ended up doin the YMCA
We ballin' Asian Wii bowlin'
Prostate cancer semi-colon
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking
Atticus Finch killing mocking
Cry like a child would
You raped my childhood
Just stroll in roll in your pole into
Rolie Polie Olie's colon
To relax my mind I take a walk
By the clock and I pass the time and
Rhymin' mathematic timin'
Syntax impacts the intact hymen
I'm an internet provider
Came from the web like a horny spider
F**ked a girl in an apple orchard
Then came in cider
I thought AIDS was a butt virus
Like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause
I was molested by my uncle Midas
Gay dads blow pops another sucker
Oedipus was the first motherf**ker
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
Hungry hungry hypocrite
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
We the people of the USA
Jose we're not talkin to you esse
We got a border in order to keep you out
It's what my NYU essay's about
Cause we're xenophobic warrior princess
Molested by my uncle Sam is that i****t
"I want you" to smell my finger
Does my nephew's scent still linger
South of queers north of hell
The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell
We guard the border and we guard it well
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
Did I say liberty I meant taco
Paco hey you better let that rock go
Cause in real life Goliath wins
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
Hungry hungry hypocrite
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite
B**ches and hoes Bo's hoes
Oh b**ches and hoes
B**ches hoes
B**ches and hoes don't
Exist because the hoes know
Bo's a feminist
B**ches and hoes don't
Exist because the hoes
Know Bo's a feminist
So take off your bras and
Burn 'em or you can let me burn 'em
Take off your bras and burn em
Or you can let Bo Burnham burn em
So take off your bras and
Burn 'em or you can
Let me burn 'em
Take off your bras and burn em
Or you can let Bo Burnham burn em
