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I’m a feminine eminem, a slim shady lady But nice cause I texted haiti 90 lady cops on the route 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 vulgar era.

(Woah) I can’t be stopped, flow so mad that it should be mopped up Chick’s got a dixie cup, I gotta dick full of helium, I’ll love you up. A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch, botox in the 3rd person. I have the position a shift and bo talks in the third person. Just relax, if you wanna fuck me, here’s two facts I hate catchy choruses and I’m a hypocrite. Hungry hungry hippocrite. I hate catchy choruses and I’m a hypocrite. Met a daughter 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 kid would, you raped my childhood Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie’s colon. To slacken my head I have a pass by the time and I return 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 daughter 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. Chorus. We the mass of the USA Jose, we’re not talkin to you, esse. We got a skirt in place to support 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 Wish YOU” to feel my finger Does my nephew’s scent still linger? South of queers, north of hell, The odd ones suck and the brown one’s smell We hold the ring and we hold it easily 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 Get in actual life goliath wins And then sells all the silk that the widow spins. Chorus 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 Send “Words Words Words” Ringtone to your Cell Correct these lyrics