Let's do it
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Yo, yo, yo, what's up
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Word to my n-words
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Don't got bros, don't hang on the streets
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I don't beat my hos, I only beat my meat, yeah
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Don't womanize cause you know it's true
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that when you look in their eyes you see they're people too
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Mother effin' suffrage!
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I said mother effin' suffrage!
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You know I'm a gangsta, you know I do Coke,
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but I had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat.
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I've been doin' drive-bys all of my life,
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except the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike, yeah
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I said the car is my bike.
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yo yo
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3.14 apple pi,
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I say I whip it out, I clean it off, I stick it in her eye,
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and by "it" I mean contact lens.
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It must have got dirty.
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yo yo yo
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3.14 apple pi,
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I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry.
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George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant
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but he's a presiDONT who ameriCANT.
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Oh my lord, the kid is on, he is clever, c'mon give it to him.
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I spit gangsta hymns, cause I'm a gangsta straight,
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I think of 20 inch rims when I masturbate.
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We're gonna be late, there's no time to waste,
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cause the girls that I date, have a particular taste.
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The taste of my weiner!
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The taste of my weiner..
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Yo
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3.14 apple pi
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Why was I born white no one quite knows why,
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Gansgstas sell their rocks, I got a collection.
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You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection.
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Ooh, what does that mean? Yeast rises
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Yo
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I'm a lyrical heretic, but I'll make you laugh
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I'll hit you with rhetoric, then I'll cut you in half.
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I don't need to be a clown, I don't need to be nice,
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How bout you sit down and I serve you a slice...
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of my 3.14 apple pi
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My voice is so smoky it'll make you high...
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Yo, here's a confession, it's all about me,
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Here's my impression of a broken jet ski..
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Pu da da da da da da ...
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Fill me with gas.
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I'm a jet ski.
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Here come the puns
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Here come the puns
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Here come the puns
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Here come the puns
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All you little thugs wanna mess me with me,
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know that I've been doin' drugs since the age of 3.
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I took my cereal, stabbed it open with a knife.
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Snorted that shit and I got high on Life.
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Yo A guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense.
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I said you won't make cents if you don't make sense. Oh, look at that.
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Big finale, let's hit it...
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You know I flow it and show it, you know that Bo know it,
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Yo, your lawn I'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet.
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Yo my rims be spinning I winning, like Adam I be sinnin'.
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Potato skinnnin' and knittin' and separate those linens.
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And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries
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Just to disguise all your lies, but baby I be wise.
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you know I did it and shit it you brothers couldn't hit it,
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Then you try to rid it, too late! I already spit it.
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Patooey
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I already spit it.
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I said apple pi.
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3.14 Apple Pi
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Bo Burnham |