Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a shady lady
but nice cause I texted
90 lady cops on the and I'm arrested for doing 80.
like hamlet, all "words, words, words"
divide a whole thirds, thirds, thirds.
I'm a gay sea otter.
I blow dudes out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
cold and fly an arctic puffin,
whacky tobaccy
hatin other like I'm Helga Pataki
and I've been rockin mic before electricity
way in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
I be stopped, flow so sick 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, in the third person.
I give the perspective a and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two

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

met a girl named Macy had sex her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I ended up the YMCA
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, cancer semi-colon,
find hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry like a child would, you my childhood
just in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and i the time and
rhymin, timin, syntax impacts 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 virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars I was molested by my uncle Midas
gay dads pops, another sucker,
Oedipus was the motherfucker.

I hate choruses and I'm a hypocrite.
hungry hippocrite.
I hate choruses 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,
it's what my NYU essay's
we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is that
"I WANT YOU" to smell my
does my nephew's still linger?
south of queers, of hell,
the ones suck and the brown one's smell
we the border and we guard it well
but some slip through the cracks of the liberty
did I say I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
cause in real life wins
and then all the silk that the widow spins.

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

bitches and hoes, hoes, oh, bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes.
bitches and hoes don't exist because the know Bo's a feminist,
and hoes don't 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 burn em, or you can let Bo burn em.