Bo Burnham 3.14 Apple Pi Lyrics

Bo fo Sho Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Bo' fo' Sho'
  • 2 H-O-A-R
  • 3 High School Party (Girl)
  • 4 3.14 Apple Pi
  • 5 Sunday School
  • 6 My Whole Family...
  • 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 thier 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
    Gansgsta 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

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