Apple Pi
by Bo Burnham
Let's Do it .
Yo, Yo, Yo! What's up?
Word to my N-Words.
Don't got Bro's, Don't hang in the Streets.
I Don't beat my Hoes- I only Beat my Meat.
Don't Womanize, 'Cuz you know it's true;
that When you look in their eyes you see their people too.
Mother-Effin' Suffrage.
Mother-Effin' Suffrage!
You know I'm a Gangsta, You know I do Coke;
But I had to go Diet, 'Cuz it Burned my throat.
I've been doing Drive-By's all my life- Except the
Bullets are Newspapers and the Car is my Bike.
yeah .
The Car is My Bike!
Yo,Yo,Yo- 3.14 Apple Pi.
I whip it out clean it and then Stick it in her eye!
And by it I mean Contact Lens.
It must've got Dirtyy.
Yo,Yo,Yo-3.14 Apple Pi.
I got Rhymes and flows that make Hitler Cry.
George Bush won't, He'll just Yell & Rant
He's a Presi-Don't, who Ameri-Can't.
(Oh My God, That is Good. That-He, The Kid is Good.
I know, I know him, I swear to God!)
I spit Gangsta Hymns, 'Cuz I'm a Gangsta Straight.
I think of Twenty-inch rims when I masterbate.
We're gonna be late- there's no time to waste;
'Cuz the Girls that I date have a Particular Taste.
The Taste of my Weiner...
The Taste of my weinerr....
Yo,Yo,Yo-3.14 Apple Pi.
Why was I born White? No One quite knows why.
Gangstas sell their rocks; I got a Collection.
You couldn't get a rise out of a Yeast Infection.
Yo,Yo- I'm a Lyrical heretic, But I'll make ya Laugh,
Hit you with Rederick, Then I'll cut you in Half.
Don't need to be a Clown, I Don't need to be nice!
How 'Bout you sit down and I'll serve you a slice...
of my 3.14 Apple Pi?
My voice is smokey, It'll make ya High.
Here's a Confession it's all about me!
Here's my impression of a broken Jet Ski:
Buh-duh-da-duh-duh Da-da-da-duh-duh-duh-duh
Fill me with Gas!
I might be Over-heated.
Here come the Puns, Here come the Puns.
Here Come the Puns, Here come the Puns.
Oh you little Thugs wanna Mess with Me?
I've been Doing Drugs since the Age of Three.
I took my Cereal, Stabbed it open with a knife,
Snorted that (s-word) and I got high on Life!
Yo,Yo- A guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense.
I said you wont make cents if you dont make sense.
Yeah! Big Finale!
You know I flow it and show it, I know that Bo knows 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,
Baby, I'll be wise.
you know i did it and (s-word) it .
Your Brothers couldn't hit it.
Then you try to Rid it, Too Late!
I already Spit it.
Pahtooie!
I already spit it.
Apple Pi!
Whatever that does.
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Lyrics submitted by myron.
Yo, Yo, Yo! What's up?
Word to my N-Words.
Don't got Bro's, Don't hang in the Streets.
I Don't beat my Hoes- I only Beat my Meat.
Don't Womanize, 'Cuz you know it's true;
that When you look in their eyes you see their people too.
Mother-Effin' Suffrage.
Mother-Effin' Suffrage!
You know I'm a Gangsta, You know I do Coke;
But I had to go Diet, 'Cuz it Burned my throat.
I've been doing Drive-By's all my life- Except the
Bullets are Newspapers and the Car is my Bike.
yeah .
The Car is My Bike!
Yo,Yo,Yo- 3.14 Apple Pi.
I whip it out clean it and then Stick it in her eye!
And by it I mean Contact Lens.
It must've got Dirtyy.
Yo,Yo,Yo-3.14 Apple Pi.
I got Rhymes and flows that make Hitler Cry.
George Bush won't, He'll just Yell & Rant
He's a Presi-Don't, who Ameri-Can't.
(Oh My God, That is Good. That-He, The Kid is Good.
I know, I know him, I swear to God!)
I spit Gangsta Hymns, 'Cuz I'm a Gangsta Straight.
I think of Twenty-inch rims when I masterbate.
We're gonna be late- there's no time to waste;
'Cuz the Girls that I date have a Particular Taste.
The Taste of my Weiner...
The Taste of my weinerr....
Yo,Yo,Yo-3.14 Apple Pi.
Why was I born White? No One quite knows why.
Gangstas sell their rocks; I got a Collection.
You couldn't get a rise out of a Yeast Infection.
Yo,Yo- I'm a Lyrical heretic, But I'll make ya Laugh,
Hit you with Rederick, Then I'll cut you in Half.
Don't need to be a Clown, I Don't need to be nice!
How 'Bout you sit down and I'll serve you a slice...
of my 3.14 Apple Pi?
My voice is smokey, It'll make ya High.
Here's a Confession it's all about me!
Here's my impression of a broken Jet Ski:
Buh-duh-da-duh-duh Da-da-da-duh-duh-duh-duh
Fill me with Gas!
I might be Over-heated.
Here come the Puns, Here come the Puns.
Here Come the Puns, Here come the Puns.
Oh you little Thugs wanna Mess with Me?
I've been Doing Drugs since the Age of Three.
I took my Cereal, Stabbed it open with a knife,
Snorted that (s-word) and I got high on Life!
Yo,Yo- A guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense.
I said you wont make cents if you dont make sense.
Yeah! Big Finale!
You know I flow it and show it, I know that Bo knows 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,
Baby, I'll be wise.
you know i did it and (s-word) it .
Your Brothers couldn't hit it.
Then you try to Rid it, Too Late!
I already Spit it.
Pahtooie!
I already spit it.
Apple Pi!
Whatever that does.
---
Lyrics submitted by myron.
These lyrics are not available for printing.
