Words, Words, Words (studio) Songtext
von Bo Burnham

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)