Bo Burnham - Elon University - Words, Words, Words

Описание: bo sings his newest song words, words, words from album of same name. Once again, someone next to me sang the words. The audio on my flip video recorder is really crisp and the person singing the words were whispering them, so i didn't think it would be that loud in the video.
lyrics (for those who don't know):

i'm a feminine eminem, a slim shady lady
but nice cause i texted haiti
90 lady cops on the road got 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 outta the water
i'm the man muffin, divin' muffin
cold and fly like an arctic puffin puffin'
whacky tobaccy hating other rappers
like i'm Helga Pataki
i've been rockin this mic before electricity
way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era
era era era era era
woah, can't be stopped, flow so sick, that it should be mopped up
chick's gotta dixie cup, i gotta dick full of helium, i'll fuck you up
a boy, a girl, a middle age 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 doing the YMCA
we ballin', asian, wii bowling, prostate cancer semi-colon
find that hole like i'm steven hawking
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking
cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon
to relax my mind i take a walk by the clock and pass the time
rhymin', mathematical timin', 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 (inside her)
i thought AIDS was a butt virus, like conjunction junction conjuctivitis
i spit gold bars because 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
hungry, hungry hypocrite
i hate catchy choruses and i'm a hypocrite

we the people of the USA
jose, we're talkin' not 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
oh, you better let that rock go
cause in real life goliath wins
and then she sells 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

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 you bras and burn 'em or you can let me burn 'em
take off your bras and burn 'em or you let bo burnham burn 'em