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Words Words Words Acoustic

Bo Burnham
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D-DU-UDU
 I'm a feminine  eminem, a slim  shady lady  But nice  cause I texted haiti
 90 lady cops on the road and I'm 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 out of the water.
 I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
 Cold and fly like an arctic puffin,
 Puffin whacky tobaccy
 Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
 And I've been rockin this mic before electricity
 Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
 (Woah) I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
 Chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
 A boy, a girl, a middle aged 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.  A Hungry  hungry hippocrite.
 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 doin the YMCA
 We ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate cancer semi-colon,
 Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
 Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
 Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
 Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
 To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
 Rhymin, mathematic 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 conjunctivitis
 I spit gold bars cause 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.  A Hungry  hungry..(quick pause)
 I  hate catchy choruses  and I'm a hypocrite.
 (*)
 We the people of the USA
 Jose, we're not talkin 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 one's 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, hey you better let that rock go
   (*)  (*)
 Cause in real life goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.
 I  hate catchy choruses  and I'm a hypocrite.  A Hungry  hungry hippocrat
   (*)  (*)
 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 your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
   (*)
 Take off your bras and burn em, burn em or you can let bo burnham burn em
  (*)
 Take 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 burnham burn em!
  End on :030000. (note: only hit the 3) Happy Acoustic Rapping!! -Sid.

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Readable chord sheet for Words Words Words Acoustic by Bo Burnham

I'm a f[C]eminine eminem, a sl[E]im shady [Am]lady But [F]nice cause I texted haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm 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 out of the water.
I'm the man muffin, divin', muffin,
Cold and fly like an arctic puffin,
Puffin whacky tobaccy
Hatin other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki
And I've been rockin this mic before electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
(Woah) I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I'll fuck you up.
A boy, a girl, a middle aged 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[C] hate catchy c[E]horuses and I'm a h[Am]ypocrite.  A H[F]ungry hungry hippocrite.
I[C] hate catchy c[E]horuses and I'm a h[Am]ypocrit[F]e.

M[C]et a girl name[E]d Macy had se[Am]x with her all d[F]ay,
But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doin the YMCA
We ballin, asian, wii bowlin, prostate cancer semi-colon,
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
Cry like a child would, you raped my childhood
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and
Rhymin, mathematic 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 conjunctivitis
I spit gold bars cause I was molested by my uncle midas

G[C]ay dads [E]blow pops[Am], another suck[F]er,

 [C]       [E]            [Am]    ([F]*)
Oedipus was the first motherfucker.

I[C] hate catchy c[E]horuses and I'm a h[Am]ypocrite.  A H[F]ungry hungry..(quick pause)
I[C] hate catchy c[E]horuses and I'm a h[Am]ypocrit[F]e.

([C]*)    [E]      [Am]     [F]
We the people of the USA
Jose, we're not talkin to you, esse.
W[C]e got [E]a borde[Am]r in or[F]der to keep you out,
It's what my NYU essay's about
([C]*)    [E]      [Am]     [F]
Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess,
Molested by my uncle sam, is that incest?
"[C]I WANT[E] YOU" t[Am]o smell[F] my finger
Does my nephew's scent still linger?
([C]*)    [E]      [Am]     [F]
South of queers, north of hell,
The queer ones suck and the brown one's smell
W[C]e guar[E]d the b[Am]order a[F]nd we guard it well
But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell
([C]*)                 [E]            [Am]            ([F]*)
Did I say liberty? I meant taco, paco, hey you better let that rock go
 [C]                 ([E]*)         [Am]         [F]                        ([F]*)
Cause in real life goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins.

I[C] hate catchy c[E]horuses and I'm a h[Am]ypocrite.  A H[F]ungry hungry hippocrat
 [C]            ([E]*)                [Am]    (*[F])
I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite.

B[C]itches and hoes, bo's h[E]oes, oh, bitches and h[Am]oes, b[F]itches, hoes.
B[C]itches and hoes don't e[E]xist because the hoes [Am]know b[F]o's a feminist,
B[C]itches and hoes don't e[E]xist because the hoes [Am]know b[F]o's a feminist
   ([C]*)                    [E]                     [Am]    [F]
So take off your bras and burn em or you can let me burn em
    [C]                      [E]                     [Am]   ([F]*)
Take off your bras and burn em, burn em or you can let bo burnham burn em
   ([C]*)                     [E]                     [Am]    [F]
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let me burn em!
    [C]                     ([E]*)                 [Am]          [F]  )
Take off your bras and burn em, or you can let bo burnham burn em!

  End on :030000.   (note: only hit the 3)  Happy Acoustic Rapping!! -Sid.

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