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, 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 fuck you up

A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, 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 sex 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, killing, 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 pass the time and

Rhyming, mathematical timing, syntax impacts the intact hymen

I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider

Fucked 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 mother fucker

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 suck 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

Bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes

Bitches and hoes don't exist, because the hoes know Bo's a feminist

Bitches 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

• Artist:Bo Burnham
• Album:Words, Words, Words