Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist lyricist So everyone on suno better be prepared to hear my shit hear my shit Shit, clear your playlist so i can begin filling it filling it Once my shits living there ain no killing it killing it Yeah, fuck it, back off the rapgod flow As this laptop glows while this track gets wrote Ive hit the jackpot gold This is crackpot thoughts but the pipe stays cold tryna go from packed out spliffs to packed out shows Turning backstage smoke in to blacklight glows down a hotwifes throat From my backgarden throne on a beat Ive thrown on my phone Can I blow this load and turn it in to some kind of wild stadium dome Hyping up the crowd With an artificial throat Shit, I can write anything that I like In any way I want Dont have to worry bout my mouthfeel As it runs of my tongue Shit, sunos my gun I just loaded it with lines That loop around my mind And shit the shooting begun My dudes, listen, dance as i make the syllables bounce Without a word out my mouth fingertips keeps spilling it out Raise this ceiling till we got a ruthless rhythm Pagan with wordplay creating a new religion Raised in the worst ways, I grew ammunition Faith in a worse day became my new tradition Juggling the difference between being a saint, savior and sinner Caught between saving myself and becoming the killer Cos shit Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist lyricist So everyone on suno better be prepared to hear my shit hear my shit Shit, clear your playlist so i can begin filling it filling it Once my shits living there ain no killing it killing it Fuck look, when i say I can do what I want I aint joking, Switch voice, weave in these words as a woman Hotwife the verse cos it deserves some fucking loving Swap husbands with the chorus and keep the fucker coming Cock your front paws, asses up, sunos wardogs running Fuck it, im the generated Eminem of this generation a degenerate generating a generous imitation a combination of vocal automation mixed with a mind thats been moulded by andre and wretches imagination and right, shit look, ill stop playing Im just desperatly frustrated that music making has been locked inside a cage until lately see there'd be a thousand fucking lines in my mind but no voice to put them outside on a stage Spent all my life writing shit that never made it off the page Now I can finally hear the fucking sound Ive been imagining for ages suno kicked the door right off and gave me keys to the cages artificial respiration breathing fucking life into my creations I dont need a silver plated booth just a fucking suno workspace Shit, now I dont need to sing it I can be creative and begin creating A mutation in the making, making music in a way I never thought id be able without giving away my writing to a lifeless fucking label Cos shit Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist lyricist So everyone on suno better be prepared to hear my shit hear my shit Shit, clear your playlist so i can begin filling it filling it Once my shits living there ain no killing it killing it Yeah, fuck it, back on the rapgod flow then Uh, summa lumma some are dumb and some are fun until their bursting the condom, Some are awesome, some are armor, some are darker, some are boredom Assume im a human cos the music Ive been moving is influenced by abuse that produced a fucking mutant that refuses to lose it and to be fucking mute shit so I use these taboos as my tools to be rude and amuse you cos the voice might be fake but the fucking words true dude Cos pain in this place came from my brain not my heart Fucking fucked up thoughts that I fought through in the dark Been trapped inside a mind with a mouth that could never make art move over a minute let me fuck this shit and now tell me that I cant Shit, i'll turn a marriage into music while I hit it from the back Its a wrap let me flex Syllable stacking in sex Polysyllabic disrespect wrapped around my neck Consonants constantly coming then reconnect This is Pi's tongue tied filth with fucking intellect Double ended entendres fuck and intersect Dirty semantics landing on tits of a chick getting wrecked If you really want shit you can catch it on fet Fabswinger with the wordplay Pure in the mind Feeld it if your flirting Come fuck Hotwife of Pi Cos shit Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist lyricist Cos shit Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist lyricist Cos shit Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist lyricist Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist lyricist Im a fucking lyricist © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. 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