3.14 Apple Pi lyrics

Yo I don't got bros, don't hang on the streets

I don't beat my hoes, I only beat my meat

Dont womanize cause you know it's true

That when you look in their eyes, you see they're people too

Mother effin suffrage!

You know im a gangsta, you know I do coke

But I had to go 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 whip it out, clean it off, and stick it in her eye

And by "it" I mean contact lens

3.14 apple pi

I got rhymes and flows that make hitler cry

George bush won't he just yell and rant

But he's a presiDONT who ameriCANT

I spit gangsta hymns, cause I'm a gangsta straight

I think of 20 inch rims when I masturbate

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! (snap)

3.14 apple pi why was I born white no one quite knows why

Gangsta sell their rocks, ive got a collection

You couldn't 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 it'll make you high...

Heres a confession its 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 cereal, 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 won't make cents if you dont 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 sinnin

Potato skinnin 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 couldn't hit it

Then you try to ride it, too late! I already spit it

Apple pi

• Artist:Bo Burnham