Bo Burnham
Bo Burnham - 3.14 Apple Pi lyrics
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"Hi gang, ah uh, I'm not technically wearing pants right now, but um I'm from beautiful Massachusetts and I uh know what your thinking. Massachusetts, gangsta rap. So, I'm gonna try that right now. This is the greatest and most humble rap you will ever hear... Yo I don't got bros, don't hang on the streets I don't beat my hos, I only beat my meat. Don't womanize cause you no it's true That when you look in thier eyes you see thier people too Mother effin suffrage! You know I'm a gangsta, you know I do coke, But I had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat. I've been doin drive-bys all of my life, Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike. 3.14 apple pi, I whip, clean it off, and stick it in her eye. And by "it" I mean contact lense 3.14 apple pi, I got rhymes and flows that make hitler cry. George bush wont he just yell and rant But he's a presidon't who ameriCANT I spit gangsta hymns, cause I'm a gangsta straight, I think of 20 inch rims when I masterbate. We're gonna be late, there's no time to waste, Cause the girls that I date, have a particular taste. The taste of my weiner! (snap) 3.14 apple pi why was I born white no one quite knows why, Gansgsta sell their rocks, I've got a collection You couldnt get a rise out of a yeast infection. I'm a lyrical heretic, but I'll make you laugh Hit with you rhetoric, then I'll cut you in half. Don't need to be a clown, I don't need to be nice, How bout you sit down, and I serve you slice... Of my 3.14 apple pi my voice is so smokey it'll make you high... Heres a confession it's all about me, Heres my impression of a broken jet ski. Here come the puns. All yo little thugs wanna mess me with me? Know that I've been doin drugs since the age of 3. I took my ceral, stabbed it open with a knife. Snorted that shit and I got high on Life. A guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense. I said you wont make cents if you don't make sense. Big finale... You know I flow and show it, you know that bo know it, You're lawn I'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet. Yo my rims be spinning I winning, like adam I be sinning. Potato skinnnin and knittin and separate those linens. And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries Just to disguise all your lies, but baby I be wise. You know I did it and shit it you brothers couldnt hit it, Then you try to ride it, too late! I already spit it.