Words Words Words Tab par Bo Burnham

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I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady
          G
But nice 'cause I texted Haiti
D    F#                            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             G
Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds.
D         F#
I'm a gay sea otter.
       Bm                 G
I blow other dudes out of the water.
        D      F#
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
Bm           G
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin,
D
Puffin
F#
whacky tobaccy
Bm                   G
Hating other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
              D                  F#             Bm
And I've been rocking this mic before electricity
         G         D
Way back in 1000 BCE
       F#                n.c
that's before the common era era era era
        D
era era oh!
F#
I can't be stopped
Bm           G                         D
flow so sick that it should be mopped up
        F#
Chick's got a Dixie cup
        Bm               G
I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
  D          F#
A boy, a girl, a middle-aged bitch
Bm   G
botox in the third person.
D          F#
I give the perspective a switch and
n.c
Bo talks in the third person.

Just relax

if you wanna know me, here's two facts

D               F#               Bm
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
G         A
Hungry hungry hypocrite.
D               F#               Bm
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

G A

                 D   F#   Bm             G
Met a girl named Macy had sex with her all day,
               D      F#                     Bm G
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doing the YMCA
   D         F#
We balling, Asian
             Bm          G
Wii bowling, prostate cancer semi-colon,
D              F#
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Bm           G
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
D   F#
Cry like a child would
Bm        G
you raped my childhood
     D          F#
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into
Bm      G               D
Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
F#
To relax my mind
         Bm                G
I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
D        F#
Rhyming, mathematical timing
  Bm           G
syntax impacts the intact hymen.
  D    F#
I'm an internet provider
Bm                G
came from the web like a horny spider,
D             F#
Fucked a girl in an apple orchard,
Bm        G
then came in cider
          D      F#
I thought AIDS was a butt virus
        Bm              G
like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
D      F#
I spit gold bars
               Bm             G
'cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
    n.c
Gay dads blow pops, another sucker,

Oedipus was the first motherfucker.

D               F#               Bm
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
G         A
Hungry hungry hypocrite.
D               F#               Bm     G  A
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

D             F#
We the people of the USA
   Bm              G
Jose, we're not talking to you, esé.
         D           F#
We got a border in order to keep you out,
             Bm  G
It's what my NYU essay's about
             D       F#
'Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
  Bm                G
Molested by my uncle Sam, is that incest?
 D           F#
"I WANT YOU" to smell my finger
   Bm         G                    D
Does my nephew's scent still linger?
             F#
South of queers, north of hell,
    Bm              G
The queer ones suck and the brown ones smell
  D                 F#
We guard the border and we guard it well
         Bm
But some slip through the cracks
G
of the liberty bell
    D          F#
Did I say liberty?
               Bm
I meant taco, paco,
        G
hey you better let that rock go
       D            F#
'Cause in real life Goliath wins
         Bm                 G
And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.

n.c
One more time
D               F#               Bm
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
G         A
Hungry hungry hypocrite.
D               F#               Bm
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

     G               A
Yeah! Break it down, now!

n.c
Bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh,

bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes
D
Bitches and hoes don't exist because
    F#
the hoes know Bo's a feminist
Bm
Bitches and hoes don't exist because
    G              A
the hoes know Bo's a feminist
D
So take off your bras and burn 'em
F#
or you can let me burn 'em
Bm
Take off your bras and burn 'em
G              A
or you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em
D
Take off your bras and burn 'em
F#
you can let me burn 'em
Bm
Take off your bras and burn 'em burn 'em
G           A
you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em.

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