Luyện nghe bài hát Words, Words, Words

I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady
but nice cause I Haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm 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 rappers like I'm Helga
and I've been rockin this mic before
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 gotta dick of helium, I'll fuck you up.
a boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the person.
I give the perspective a and Bo talks in the third person.
just relax, if you wanna know me, two facts

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

met a named Macy had sex with her all day,
but she was dyslexic, so I up doin the YMCA
we ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate semi-colon,
find that like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Finch, killing, mocking.
cry a child would, you raped my childhood
stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
to relax my mind I a walk by the clock and i pass the time and
rhymin, mathematic timin, syntax the intact hymen.
I'm an internet provider, came from the web like a spider,
fucked a girl in an orchard, then came in cider (inside her)
I AIDS was a butt virus like conjunction junction conjunctivitis
I spit gold 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, not talkin to you, esse.
we got a border in order to you out,
it's what my NYU essay's
we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
molested by my Uncle Sam, is incest?
"I YOU" to smell my finger
does my nephew's scent still
south of queers, of hell,
the queer ones and the brown one's smell
we guard the border and we it well
but some through the cracks of the liberty bell
did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you let that rock go
cause in real life wins
and sells all the silk that the widow spins.

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

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