WORDS WORDS WORDS Lyrics
| Song | WORDS WORDS WORDS |
| Artist | Bo Burnham |
| Album | Words Words Words |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 **** 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 | |
| ****ed 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 ****er | |
| 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 |
| 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 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 semicolon | |
| 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 | |
| ed 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 er | |
| 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, esse | |
| 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, burnem, or you can let Bo Burnham burn em |
| 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 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 semicolon | |
| 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 | |
| ed 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 er | |
| 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, burnem, or you can let Bo Burnham burn em |
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