3.14 Apple Pi

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