iiiiittttts the Hotwife who said hes not nice his flames fucking hot white the man turning battle raps into pub fights "mate, you dont even battle rap or go to the pub either what are you talking shit about" you guys love that basic arse flow, though Ive been giving you craftsmanship but youve been gobbling up the AI written slop so this is the basic bar beat up clip them straps bibs on eat up yeah basic arse rap "Hotwife of Pi" dont do maths but Im circling fast prostitute packed as Im flirting with brass whistling passed as Im serving the class Pi's in charge so were learning his tracks turn up the bass till the surfaces crack I aint manny made Im already made a handmade menace with a mouth full of print this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit “is he always this cocky” shut up, I dont write to fool I only talk when its true so, guys lets talk truths... Ive never been on the wing cos Im shit at football but great at crime prison doesnt make you hard my dude it just proves you aint hard to find if you get bagged with your face on tape you dont have the right to rate yourself for time dont dare come out talking like a gangster like your bright mind beat the system twice bro, you lost to CCTV and paid the real deal price dont choose crime as a craft, then butcher the art dont leave prints on the glass and your gloves in the car dont say youre built for the life then go fold in court wont be no free him in the bios like it werent your fault errrr shit fuck, writers block dont help that the writers blocked pricks high out his kite a lot sat outside tryna find a plot should take a break but his mind wont stop clocks run rings and the moons got dimmer ash on my hoodie and cold brews gone bitter heart wont work while it knows Im not with her agadir stole the beat and took it down river head full of hooks but the hands wont deliver fuckin thought slips when I try pin the picture lighter flickers, man its taking the piss I got a half smoked spliff with its name on my lips sat here for ages but my brain wont sit tryna make anything but pain into shit that hits shit, shit, shit, shit "Pi, breeeeth.... just pick out a scene and put your mind in its dreams" ... ok right, next patient please Im able whys your face gone pale go on, take your place on the table yeah my hands feel a bit unstable but dont worry bout that Gemini telling me thats ok still sterile room all they can hear is the ventilator move silver tools in a crescent moon spread freckled with doom, death and disease mask on dissect the dreadful in indices in degrees Pi writes like big puffy calligraphy in the meat scalpel kiss the epidermis peel a rib cage open the hurt is underneath ligature discipline Im stitching screams with double helix seams threading panic through the cavity embroidery of a shattered dreams man, man made manmade mans manufactured screams man "dude, why is it always murder with you" erm... Honestly, I dont know its just the first place my mind goes but are you not entertained ... dont do maths but Im circling fast prostitute packed as Im flirting with brass whistling passed as Im serving the class Pi's in charge so were learning his tracks turn up the bass till the surfaces crack I aint manny made Im already made Pi with a placard the message is law name on the sword guts on the floor I dont borrow the crown I melt the fucker down and redesign what its for old kings "bro, look around, theyre all dying" make basslines buckles when I drop my boot on the track brass in my pockets and my pockets full of lyrics like a marching attack handmade menace, no manufacturer tag but a mouth full of print this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit he owns this shit "like, for real Hotwife of Pi owns this shit" dont do maths but Im circling fast prostitute packed as Im flirting with brass whistling passed as Im serving the class Pi's in charge so were learning his tracks turn up the bass till the surfaces crack I aint manny made Im already made a handmade menace with a mouth full of print this is Pi holding a sign saying he owns this shit © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
