Bo Burnham - WORDS, WORDS, WORDS (studio) lyrics

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Bo Burnham - WORDS, WORDS, WORDS (studio) lyrics

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, diving, muffin Cold and fly like an arctic puffin Puffin' whacky tobaccy Hating other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki And I've been rocking this mic before electricity Way back in 1000 BCE That's before the common era, era, era, era, (era era) Oh I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up Chick's got a dixie cup, I got a dick full of helium, I'll f** you up A boy, a girl, a middle aged b**h, botox in the third person I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person Just relax, if you want to 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 s** with her all day But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA We balling, asian, wii bowling, prostate cancer semi-colon Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking Atticus Finch, k**ing, mocking Cry, like a child would, you raped my childhood Just stroll in, rollin' your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon To relax my mind, I take a walk by the clock and I pa** the time and Rhyming, mathematical timing, syntax impacts the intact hymen I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider f**ed a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider I thought AIDS was a bu*t virus like conjunction junction, conjunctivitis I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas Gay dads blow pops, another s**er Oedipus was the first mother f**er 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 talking to you, essé 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 incest? "I WANT YOU" to smell my finger Does my nephew's scent still linger? South of queers, north of Hell The queer ones s** and the brown ones 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 One more time I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Hungry hungry hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Yeah, break it down now, what b**hes and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, b**hes and hoes, b**hes, hoes b**hes and hoes don't exist, because the hoes know Bo's a feminist b**hes 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 Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let me burn em Take off your bras and burn em, burn-em, or you can let Bo Burnham burn em