Testo 3.14 Apple Pi - Bo Burnham
Testo della canzone 3.14 Apple Pi (Bo Burnham), tratta dall'album Bo fo Sho
Let's do this
Yo, yo, yo, what's up
Word to my n-words
Don't got bros, don't hang on the streets
I don't beat my hos, 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 gangsta, 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
3.14 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
3.14 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 on, he is clever, c'mon give it to him
I spit gangsta hymns, cause I'm a gangsta 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 weiner!
The taste of my weiner
Yo
3.14 apple pi
Why was I born white no one quite knows why
Gansgstas sell their rocks, I got a collection
You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection
Ooh, 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'll 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 3.14 apple pi
My voice is so smoky 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...
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 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
Yo A guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense
I said you won't make cents if you don't make sense. Oh, look at that
Big finale, let's hit it...
You know I flow it and show it, you know that Bo know it
Yo, your 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 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, but baby I be wise
You know I did it and shit it you brothers couldn't hit it
Then you try to rid it, too late! I already spit it
Patooey
I already spit it
I said apple pi
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Writer(s): Bo Burnham
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