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Bo Burnham : 3.14 Apple Pi lyrics

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Bo Burnham lyrics : "3.14 Apple Pi"

Yo I dont got bros, dont hang on the streets
I dont beat my hos, i only beat my meat.
Dont womanize cause you no its true

That when you look in thier eyes you see thier people too
Mother effin suffrage!
You know im a gangsta, you know i do [email protected]%!e,

But i had to switch to diet, cause it burnt my throat.
Ive been doin drive-bys all of my life,
Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike.

3.14 apple pi,
I whipe it clean it off, and stick it in her eye.

And by "it" i mean contact lense unless it got dirty
3.14 apple pi,
I got rhymes and flows that make hitler cry.

George bush wont he just yell and rant
But hes a presiDONT 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, theres no time to waste,

Cause the girls that i date, have a particular taste.
The taste of my weiner!

3.14 apple pi why was i born white no one quite knows why,
Gansgsta sell their rocks, ive 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.

Dont need to be a clown, i dont 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 itll make you high...
Heres a confession its all about me,
Heres my impression of a broken jet ski.....fill me with gas

Here come the puns. (X4)
All yo little thugs wanna mess me with me?

Know that ive been doin drugs since the age of 3.
I took my ceral, stabbed it open with a knife.
Snorted that %#@! 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 dont make sense.
Big finale...

You know i flow and show it, you know that bo know it,
Youre 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 %#@! it you brothers couldnt hit it,
Then you try to ride it, too late! i already spit it.

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