Words Words Words (Studio) w/ Lyrics - Bo Burnham

Words Words Words by Bo Burnham All rights to Bo Burnham 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 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). 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 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 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 doing 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, 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 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 [inside her] 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 motherfucker. 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, esé. 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. 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, you can let me burn 'em, Take off your bras and burn 'em, (burn 'em) you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em.