3.14 Apple Pi

Let's do this

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo yo, what's up?

Word to my n-words

Don't got bros, don't hang in the streets

I don't beat my hoes, 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-effing suffrage

I said, mother-effing 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 doing 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, uh, he is clever, come on, give it to him

I spit gangsta hymns 'cause I'm a gangsta straight

I think of twenty-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 wiener

The taste of my wiener

Yo, 3.14 apple pi

Why was I born white? No one quite knows why

Gangsta sell their rocks, I got a collection

You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection

Oh, 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

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 with me

Know that I've been doing drugs since the age of three

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 skinning and knitting, and separate those linens

And in my eyes, you see flies, and though you people try

Just to disguise all your lies, oh, baby, I be wise

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