Karaoké Words, Words, Words Bo Burnham

I'm a feminine Eminem a slim shady lady but nice 'cos I texted Haiti

Ninety lady cops in the road and I'm arrested for doing eighteen

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

Puffing whacky tobaccy hating other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki

And I've been rocking this mic before electricity way back in a thousand BCE

That's before the common era

Era, era, era, era, era ooh

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

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 ballin', 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

Ooh

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 'cos I was molested by my uncle Midas

Gay dad's blow pops another sucker

Oedipus was the first motherfucker

I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite hungry hungry hypocrite

Hypocrite

I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite

Hypocrite

We, the people of the USA

Jose, we're not talking to you, ese we got a border in order

To keep you out it's what my NYU essay's about 'cos 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 I better let that rock go 'cos 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

Hypocrite

I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite, yeah break it down now

Hypocrite

What

Bitches and hoes

Bo's hoes oh

Bitches and hoes bitches, hoes

Bitches and hoes don't exist

Hoes because the hoes know

Bo's a feminist

Bo's hoes, oh

Bitches and hoes

Bitches and hoes don't exist bitches, hoes because the hoes know

Bo's a feminist

So take off your bras and burn 'em

Hoes

Bo's hoes, oh or you can let me burn 'em

Bitches and hoes

Take off your bras and burn 'em bitches, hoes oh you can let

Bo Burnham burn 'em

Hoes

Take off your bras and burn 'em

Bo's hoes, oh you can let me burn 'em

Bitches and hoes

Take off your bras and burn 'em, burn 'em bitches, hoes or you can let

Bo Burnham burn 'em

Hoes

Bo's hoes, oh

Bitches and hoes bitches, hoes

Hoes