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Hey guys, I wrote a song on 'pi', not the stuff to eat pie, it means the Mathematical constant used, π.
I was just so bored, so I thought to write some song on shitty stuff, like pi LOL
The song came out well, and it seems to be fit with the tune of the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day
I walked into the store one day,
I saw this price and it said hey,
It grabbed my attention right from the start,
I think it even took my heart.
I looked to my left and I looked to my right,
Attempting to understand what I've seen,
A friend of mine told me it was Pi,
And another said "No it's Charlie Sheen."
The cashier said it.s 3.14,
But I had no money left to spend,
I said "Sorry bro, don't got anymore."
I took out my shield so I could defend.
"Yo bro, I ain't gonna fight,
Especially not over something like Pi,"
The cashier looked at me weird,
I think he started to stroke his beard.
He be like, "Yo, got no cash?"
I stated, "Ye' none left,"
Then I realized I had to rash,
Because the Pi got theft.
But one day I ran down the street,
My friends putting up a good damn beat,
Rapping and dancing to that shit,
I was like bitch, this poem is still shit.
Please give me some ideas to improve it. Also, if you'd like to comment about this song I wrote, please do.
All flaming will be reported as spam, so please don't.
Thanks.
I was just so bored, so I thought to write some song on shitty stuff, like pi LOL
The song came out well, and it seems to be fit with the tune of the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day
I walked into the store one day,
I saw this price and it said hey,
It grabbed my attention right from the start,
I think it even took my heart.
I looked to my left and I looked to my right,
Attempting to understand what I've seen,
A friend of mine told me it was Pi,
And another said "No it's Charlie Sheen."
The cashier said it.s 3.14,
But I had no money left to spend,
I said "Sorry bro, don't got anymore."
I took out my shield so I could defend.
"Yo bro, I ain't gonna fight,
Especially not over something like Pi,"
The cashier looked at me weird,
I think he started to stroke his beard.
He be like, "Yo, got no cash?"
I stated, "Ye' none left,"
Then I realized I had to rash,
Because the Pi got theft.
But one day I ran down the street,
My friends putting up a good damn beat,
Rapping and dancing to that shit,
I was like bitch, this poem is still shit.
Please give me some ideas to improve it. Also, if you'd like to comment about this song I wrote, please do.
All flaming will be reported as spam, so please don't.
Thanks.


