Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WORDS WORDS WORDS, artist - Bo Burnham. Album song Words Words Words, in the genre Date of issue: 18.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Comedy Central
Song language: English
WORDS WORDS WORDS |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |