Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3.14 Apple Pi, artist - Bo Burnham. Date of issue: 16.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
3.14 Apple Pi |
| 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 |