314 Apple Pi chords by Bo Burnham

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: Am

Difficulty: Novice

Spoken: Let's do this

Am / G / F / E

          Am G
Spoken: Yo, yo, yo, what's up
F              E
Word to my n-words

Am                    G
Don't got bros, don't hang on the streets
        F                   E
I don't beat my hos, I only beat my meat, yeah
Am                       G
Don't womanize cause you know it's true
              F                                  E
that when you look in their eyes you see they're people too
            Am          G  F  E
Mother effin' suffrage!
                   Am
I said mother effin' suffrage!

    Am                      G
You know I'm a gangsta, you know I do Coke,
      F                          E
but I had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat.
Am                        G
I've been doin' drive-bys all of my life,
           F                           E                   Am  G  F  E
except the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike, yeah
                       Am  G  F  E
I said the car is my bike.
yo yo

Am   G
3.14 apple pi,
        F                              E
I say I whip it out, I clean it off, I stick it in her eye,
Am                 G            F  E
and by "it" I mean contact lens.
                 Am     G  F  E
It must have got dirty.
yo yo yo

Am   G
3.14 apple pi,
      F                          E
I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry.
Am                            G
George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant
           F             E
but he's a presiDONT who ameriCANT.

Am G F E

Spoken:
Oh my lord, the kid is- he is clever, c'mon give it to him.
       Am                         G
I spit gangsta hymns, cause I'm a gangsta straight,
           F                   E
I think of 20 inch rims when I masturbate.
      Am                        G
We're gonna be late, there's no time to waste,
           F                           E
cause the girls that I date, have a particular taste.
Am G F E
The taste of my weiner!
                Am      G  F  E
The taste of my weiner..
Yo

Am   G
3.14 apple pi
     F                      E
Why was I born white? no one quite knows why,
Am                          G
Gansgstas sell their rocks, I got a collection.
F                                E
You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection.

Interlude: x2
Am G F E

Spoken:
Ooh, what does that mean? Yeast rises

Yo
      Am                        G
I'm a lyrical heretic, but I'll make you laugh
     F                                E
I'll hit you with rhetoric, then I'll cut you in half.
        Am                          G
I don't need to be a clown, I don't need to be nice,
    F                       E
How bout you sit down and I serve you a slice...

      Am   G
of my 3.14 apple pi
     F                     E
My voice is so smoky it'll make you high...

    Am                        G
Yo, here's a confession, it's all about me,
F                         E
Here's my impression of a broken jet ski..
Am   G   F  E
Pa da da da da da da ...
              Am
Fill me with gas.
G   F  E
I'm a jet ski.

Am
Here come the puns
G
Here come the puns
Am
Here come the puns
G
Here come the puns

Am                         G
All you little thugs wanna mess me with me,
          F                               E
know that I've been doin' drugs since the age of 3.
  Am                         G
I took my cereal, stabbed it open with a knife.
F                           E
Snorted that shit and I got high on Life.

         Am                           G
Yo A guy askin' for change, saying my mind was too dense.
           F                       E
I said you won't make cents if you don't make sense.

Spoken:
Oh, look at that.
Big finale, let's hit it...

Am                      G
You know I flow it and show it, you know that Bo know it,
F                                  E
Yo, your lawn I'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet.
Am                         G
Yo my rims be spinning I winning, like Adam I be sinnin'.
F                       E
Potato skinnnin' and knittin' and separate those linens.
Am                       G
And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries
F                          E
Just to disguise all your lies, but baby I be wise.
Am                         G
You know I did it and shit it you brothers couldn't hit it,
F                         E
Then you try to rid it, too late! I already spit it.

Am G F E

Spoken: Patooey:
           Am     G  F  E
I already spit it.
             Am
I said apple pi.