Microwave Popcorn - Bo Burnham

Hizzle, oosh (Mhmm) If dem nuh behave a grave ennuh, oosh oosh Behave u likkle self microwave Marverley (u hear dat), dead dem dead Jordan Yo frass Alright den Streets done know man legit in a war, never fidget ina war not once Dem a boost up a likkle midget ina war, him a bitch ina di war tracks man Everybody know a bay box and kick u get, u shoulda never sing dat song Who me a talk? suck pussy flopcaan wul world kno seh u nuh bad man (dat a true) Anyweh mi see u pussy mi a buss u face show u seh u cya style one don Man will shoot up di car weh u man buy gi u mek u haffi lef dat abandon U get 30 million dollar worth a ride and a range as a prize and a pack of tampon Have all tattoo pon hand, wa gwaan Microwave u a bait man a mek u know straight U suck out di pussy she put her batty ina u face .357 buss it splash him all over di place Head over deh so, foot chop off a grung a wiggle and a shake Seh dem have M1, mi deh ya so a wait, deevn haffi go hard mi kill u wid a.38 Nah use di rifle mi naave shot fi waste Moda prayers cyaa save u, nuh matta how she pray Seh dem a carrel, mi spot him from a mile a step Bwoy dead from mi leggo di fighter jet Not wise a try run him life a tek Squid a vomit out her tripe she sight a death Stop follow up mi style u cyaa be me Bad fi u sister likkle bwoy u nuh bad fi me Mi lock di city by miself, a man cut u key Bere killas man par wid, u par wid police Nuh weh fi tun go, nuh weh fi run go Throw tyre pon u, gas, light u and bun you Try sneak diss mi brawling gun dung u Buss di 40 till it breeze di place tun upside down War cyaa over, until dem over Cya manage liquor battyboy go sober Nuh mek dem fool u vendetta will school u Memba weh reach u weh day a u studio Lee milla, new year di pussy dem cya stand me Tek it to dem different so dem understand me Name pon grave stone, face pon gansie Fans dem know u naave nuh militancy Mi kunk u daughter send her go buy a cranberry And a bokkle a rum fi drink when di man bury Dead arredi come dead back in a january Target practice pon u family Nuh weh fi tun go, nuh weh fi run go Throw tyre pon u, gas, light u and bun you Try sneak diss, mi brawling gun dung u Buss di 40 till it breeze di place tun upside down War cyaa over until dem over Cya manage liquor battyboy go sober Nuh mek dem fool u vendetta will school u Memba weh reach u weh day a u studio Dead dem dead Memba mi tell u Kick off di war dem tink a me name Riquelme Memba mi tell u, New year di pussy dem cya stand me Tek it to dem different so dem understand me Name pon grave stone, face pon gansie Tek it to dem different so dem understand me Know ya coward cause "not wise" did tell me Doe fly da top deh if u doe have a helmet (Dead dem dead)

This first song is called A world on fire Ahhhh! Ahhhh! This next song is a little bit longer than that one And, um It's about all the sad stuff I see in the world I see a lot of sad stuff and it's called sad Get on my level, Maddison Picture a depressed onion cutting itself I met a homeless man named Rich (He wasn't...) Isn't that terrible? I saw a flyer for a lost dog and the dog didn't have any legs I saw a diabetic kid trick or treating I saw a giraffe who had a short neck That was sad, or a deer I saw an old man get hit by a train He didn't see it in the pouring rain He didn't hear me shout, "Look out for the train!" 'Cause I didn't say anything I just thought to myself, "Oh this is gonna be sad" And it was, I'm a genius I saw a man with only one eye in a 3D movie I saw a little boy drop his ice cream cone, directly on his mother's corpse I saw a kitten stuck in a tree, then the kitten jumped off and he hung itself I saw a boy who had red hair I went to a store looking for something to buy But they only sold paintings of the same sad guy No, wait... this store sells mirrors See what I did there? Let's rock No The world's so sad, Maddison Pain, war, genocide, racism, sexism But I gotta remember there's good things about it too Like the fact that none of that's happening to me, score! Still though it's hard not to be sad about it How do y'all do it? I've been telling you guys, terribly sad things this whole song You haven't been sad at all You've been happy, no, You've been laughing That's it, laughter, it's the key to everything It's the way to solve all the sadness in the world I mean, not for the people that are actually sad But for the people like us, that gotta fucking deal with 'em all the time Being a comedian isn't being an insensitive prick Capitalizing on the most animalistic impulses of the public, it's being a hero! The world isn't sad The world's funny! I get it now I'm a sociopath! I saw an old man slip and fall, what a fucking idiot I saw a woman at her daughter's funeral... ha ha ha! Classic comedy Everything that once was sad is somehow funny now The Holocaust and 9-11 That shit's funny 24-7 'Cause tragedy will be exclusively joked about Because my empathy is bumming me out Goodbye, sadness Hello, jokes Thank you very much

Spider, hiding in the corner Super fucking normal I ain't afraid of no Spider, why's he looking at me? Why, why is he moving? Stop moving! Oh god, he's moving! Ohh! Where did he g- where the fuck are- Where are you? Oh, he could be anywhere Show yourself You motherfucker Show yourself You think I'm afraid of you, motherfucker? Where the fu—