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Words Words Words by Bo Burnham

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Verse:
D
I'm a feminine eminem, a slim shady lady
F#
But nice cause I texted haiti
Bm                                  G
90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80.
     D                                      F#
Like hamlet, all about "words, words, words"
                                       Bm
Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds.
 
I'm a gay sea otter.
       G
I blow other dudes out of the water.
        D
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
F#
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin,
Bm
Puffin whacky tobaccy
G
Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
               D                              F#
And I've been rockin this mic before electricity
                   Bm                           G
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era, era, era, era-era-era
D                       F#                                     Bm
Woah I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
                                 G
Chick's got a dixie cup, I got a dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
  D                               F#                          Bm
A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the third person.
                                    G                            D
I give the perspective a switch and bo talks in the third person.
Bm         F#                     G
Just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts
Chorus:
 D             F#                  Bm            G
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.  A Hungry hungry hippocrite.
 D             F#                  Bm     G
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
 
Verse:
                 D        F#
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day,
               Bm                            G
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA
    D                       F#
We ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate cancer semi-colon,
Bm
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
G
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
D                     F#
Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
Bm                                     G
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
D                       F#
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
Bm                        G
Rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax impacts the intact hymen.
D                         F#
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a horny spider,
Bm                                      G
Fucked a girl in an apple orchard, then came in cider
          D                             F#
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
Bm                           G
I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle midas
 D              F#
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker,
Bm                    G
Oedipus was the first motherfucker.
 
Chorus:
 D             F#                  Bm       G
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. Hungry hungry hypocrite
 D             F#                  Bm     G
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
 
Verse:
 D
We the people of the USA
F#
Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse.
Bm
We got a border in order to keep you out,
G
It's what my NYU essay's about
D
Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
F#
Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest?
 Bm
"I WANT YOU" to smell my finger
G
Does my nephew's scent still linger?
D
South of queers, north of hell,
F#
The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell
Bm
We guard the border and we guard it well
G
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
 D                             F#
Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
 Bm                                      G
Cause in real life goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.
 
N.C.
One more time!
 
Chorus:
 D             F#                  Bm            G
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.  A Hungry hungry hippocrat
 D             E                  Bm      F
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
 
Outro:
 D                      F#                     Bm    G
Bitches and hoes, bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes.
 D                      F#                     Bm    G
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist,
 D                      F#                     Bm    G
Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know bo's a feminist
    D                      F#                     Bm    G
So take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
    D                      F#                     Bm    G
Take off your bras and burn em, burn em or you can let bo burnham burn em
    D                       F#                     Bm    G
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let me burn em!
    D                      E                   Bm          G
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let bo burnham burn em!

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