Words, Words, Words (studio)

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

Hatin' 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, oh)

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 doin' 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

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 (hypocrite)

Hungry, hungry hypocrite

I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite (hypocrite)

We the people of the USA

José, 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 (hypocrite)

Hungry, hungry hypocrite

I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite (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 (bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh)

Because the hoes know Bo's a feminist (bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes)

Bitches and hoes don't exist (bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh)

Because the hoes know Bo's a feminist (bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes)

So take off your bras and burn 'em (bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh)

Or you can let me burn 'em

Take off your bras and burn 'em (bitches and hoes, bitches and hoes)

Or you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em (bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh)

Take off your bras and burn 'em

Or you can let me burn 'em (bitches and hoes, bitches and hoes)

Take off your bras and burn 'em, burn 'em (bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh)

Or you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em

(Hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes)