Bo Burnham - 3.14 Apple Pi lyrics
[Bo Burnham - 3.14 Apple Pi lyrics]
Let's do this yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, wassup? Word to my n-words
Don't got bros, don't hang in the streets
I don't beat my hoes, I only beat my meat
Yeah
Don't womanize, 'cause you know it's true
That when you look in their eyes
You see they're people too
Mother effin' suffrage
I said, mother effin' suffrage
You know I'm a gangster, 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
Except the bullets are newspapers
The car is my bike yeah
I said, the car is my bike
Yo, yo 314 apple pi
I say, I whip it out, I clean it off
I stick it in her eye
And by "it" I mean contact lens
It must have got dirty
Yo, yo, yo 314 apple pi
I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry
George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant
But he's a presi don't who Ameri-can't
Oh my Lord the kid is, uh, he is clever
Come on, give it to him
I spit gangster hymns
'cause I'm a gangster straight
I think of 20-inch rims when I masturbate
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 wiener
The taste of my wiener
Yo 314 apple pi
Why was I born White? No one quite knows why
Gangsters sell their rocks
I got a collection
You couldn't get a rise out
Of a yeast infection
Oh, what does that mean? Yeast rises
Yo i'm a lyrical heretic
But I'll make you laugh
I'll hit you with rhetoric
Then I cut you in half
I don't need to be a clown
I don't need to be nice
How 'bout you sit down
And I serve you a slice of my 314 apple pi
My voice is so smokey, it'll make you high
Yo here's a confession, it's all about me
Here's my impression of a broken jet ski
Pu da da da da da da da da da-
Da da da, fill me with gas i’m a jet ski
Here come the puns, here come the puns
Here come the puns, here come the puns
All you little thugs wanna mess with me?
Know that I been doin' drugs
Since the age of three i took my cereal
Stabbed it open with a knife
Snorted that shit and I got high on Life
Yo a guy asked me for change
Sayin' my mind was too dense i said
"You won't make cents if
You don't make sense" ah, look at that
Big finale let’s hit it
You know I flow and show it
You know that Bo know it
Your lawn I'll grow it and mow it
'cause he's a show poet
Yo, my rims be spinnin'
I winnin', like Adam, i be sinnin'
Potato skinnin' and knittin' and
Separate those linens
In my eyes you see flies
And though you people try
Just to disguise all your lies, but, baby
I be wise know I did it and shit it
Your brothers couldn't hit it
Then you try to rid it
Too late! I already spit it ptooey
I already spit it
I said, apple pi
Yo, yo, wassup? Word to my n-words
Don't got bros, don't hang in the streets
I don't beat my hoes, I only beat my meat
Yeah
Don't womanize, 'cause you know it's true
That when you look in their eyes
You see they're people too
Mother effin' suffrage
I said, mother effin' suffrage
You know I'm a gangster, 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
Except the bullets are newspapers
The car is my bike yeah
I said, the car is my bike
Yo, yo 314 apple pi
I say, I whip it out, I clean it off
I stick it in her eye
And by "it" I mean contact lens
It must have got dirty
Yo, yo, yo 314 apple pi
I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry
George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant
But he's a presi don't who Ameri-can't
Oh my Lord the kid is, uh, he is clever
Come on, give it to him
I spit gangster hymns
'cause I'm a gangster straight
I think of 20-inch rims when I masturbate
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 wiener
The taste of my wiener
Yo 314 apple pi
Why was I born White? No one quite knows why
Gangsters sell their rocks
I got a collection
You couldn't get a rise out
Of a yeast infection
Oh, what does that mean? Yeast rises
Yo i'm a lyrical heretic
But I'll make you laugh
I'll hit you with rhetoric
Then I cut you in half
I don't need to be a clown
I don't need to be nice
How 'bout you sit down
And I serve you a slice of my 314 apple pi
My voice is so smokey, it'll make you high
Yo here's a confession, it's all about me
Here's my impression of a broken jet ski
Pu da da da da da da da da da-
Da da da, fill me with gas i’m a jet ski
Here come the puns, here come the puns
Here come the puns, here come the puns
All you little thugs wanna mess with me?
Know that I been doin' drugs
Since the age of three i took my cereal
Stabbed it open with a knife
Snorted that shit and I got high on Life
Yo a guy asked me for change
Sayin' my mind was too dense i said
"You won't make cents if
You don't make sense" ah, look at that
Big finale let’s hit it
You know I flow and show it
You know that Bo know it
Your lawn I'll grow it and mow it
'cause he's a show poet
Yo, my rims be spinnin'
I winnin', like Adam, i be sinnin'
Potato skinnin' and knittin' and
Separate those linens
In my eyes you see flies
And though you people try
Just to disguise all your lies, but, baby
I be wise know I did it and shit it
Your brothers couldn't hit it
Then you try to rid it
Too late! I already spit it ptooey
I already spit it
I said, apple pi