Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim lady
but nice cause I texted
90 lady cops on the and I'm arrested for doing 80.
like hamlet, all "words, words, words"
a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I blow other out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
cold and fly like an puffin,
puffin whacky
hatin other rappers I'm Helga Pataki
and I've been rockin this mic before
way back in 1000 BCE - that's the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so that it should be mopped up
chick's got a dixie cup, I dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
a boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the person.
I give the a switch and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna me, here's two facts

I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

met a girl Macy had sex with her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, cancer semi-colon,
find that like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you my childhood
just stroll in, roll in your pole into Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and i pass the and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, from the web like a horny spider,
fucked a girl in an orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I thought AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction
I spit bars cause I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay blow pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the motherfucker.

I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate catchy and I'm a hypocrite.

we the of the USA
Jose, we're not to you, esse.
we got a in order to keep you out,
what my NYU essay's about
cause we're, warrior princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is that
"I WANT YOU" to my finger
my nephew's scent still linger?
south of queers, of hell,
the queer ones suck and the one's smell
we guard the and we guard it well
but some through the cracks of the liberty bell
did I say liberty? I taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
in real life Goliath wins
and then sells all the silk the widow spins.

I catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes.
bitches and hoes don't exist because the know Bo's a feminist,
bitches and hoes exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist
so off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
take off your bras and em, or you can let Bo Burnham burn em.