Bo Burnham - Words, Words, Words 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, 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** 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 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 s** 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, k**ing, 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 pa** 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**ed a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her) 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 motherf**er. [Chorus] 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 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 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. [Chorus] 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