Bo Burnham - Words Words Words Lyrics
LyricsI'm a feminine eminem, a slim shady ladyBut nice cause I texted haiti90 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 tobaccyHatin other rappers like I'm Helga PatakiAnd I've been rockin this mic before electricityWay back in 1000 bce - that's before the common era.(Woah) I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped upChick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll ***** you up.A boy, a girl, a middle aged *****, 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 factsI hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.Hungry hungry hippocrite.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 ymcaWe 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 childhoodJust 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 andRhymin, mathematic timin, syntax impacts the intact hymen.I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider,*****ed a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider (inside her)I thought aids was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitisI spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle midasGay dads blow pops, another sucker,Oedipus was the first mother*****er.Chorus.We the people of the usaJose, we're not talkin to you, esse.We got a border in order to keep you out,It's what my nyu essay's aboutCause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest?"I WANT YOU" to smell my fingerDoes my nephew's scent still linger?South of queers, north of hell,The queer ones suck and the brown one's smellWe guard the border and we guard it wellBut some slip through the cracks of the liberty bellDid I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock goCause in real life goliath winsAnd then sells all the silk that the widow spins.Chorus*****es and hoes, bo's hoes, oh, *****es and hoes, *****es, hoes.*****es and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist,*****es and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feministSo take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn emTake off your bras and burn em, burn em or you can let bo burnham burn em
