Bo Burnham
Oh My God
I've never written a book in my life
‘Cause your tiny brains would never get it
Me compared to Shakespeare's like
Shakespeare compared to Shakespeare's wife

I gave you everything, but
I gave you simple minds so you made simple things
I gave you healthy birds;
You made chicken wings
I gave you nipples;
You made nipple rings

You’re not going to Heaven
Why would you EVER think I’d hang out with you?
You’re all dicks;
I don’t need you
I know a million aliens cooler than you
So fuck you

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Oh my
I said oh my god
Oh my, oh my god
I’m not gonna fix you
I’m not gonna fix you
I said oh my, oh my god
People give me money but I don’t know why
‘cause my real collection plate
Is an empty cup held by a homeless guy

I made every girl different and
They’re all perfect just the way they are
People tell them different
And people are smart
Right! I just made the stars

You think you know beauty
Love
Trust me you don’t;
I’m the one who created them

You’re overpopulated
So I slaved for days
Making gays
And you ended up hating them!
Fuck you!

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I've created many beings
But you’re the strangest that I've ever met
You think that you're my children
But you’re more like an annoying pet
The Messiah
Made the people wonder
Heavenly whether he’s me
But I’m not into saving people
Who might nail me to a fucking tree

You’re all
Angry
Crying
Sad
And lost
You worship power and wealth
The more that I watch you the less I believe in myself

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You’re looking for answers that won’t be found
No!
How many answers can a raindrop find
Before it hits the ground?

You think I kill you people
You ask me "why?" when a child dies
Why would I kill someone
When a hundred years passes when I blink my eyes?