.. Pi's got some shit he could say That could change up the pace Put the pavement in place and fucking raise the footway You can wait and debate try and fuck with my space But try all you like Man, I'll bust up your face My dude, I will end your good day Lets move on our way Cos if you make a mistake The games gonna change And you wont wanna play So bro, Pi'll be nice And let you make an escape This shits easy im not even trying really Bro im barely biting deep in But the bite is wiping greasy This is greasy lip kissing Spits shit thats delicious If you want this dick Then better check with my mrs Missing all the wisdom in the shit that Ive written If you only listen a minute, bro fucking listen Listen I dont write this with hopes that youll like it Im trying to write shit that'll survive this bit Got my wife at my side like “here we go again, Pi's writing violence Lets try and untighten his mind shit" While I'm tightening the wording Her loves rough and domestic as fuck ("in a good way") So I know the neighbours done heard it Look Im trying to make a new life Writings my fucking dream bro If man can make millions from their mansions Whats gonna stop me from doing it from my gazebo I know I better believe though Got my tea going cold while I'm pretending to be eminem swearing its imminent that im the venomous specimen destined to be the generated nemesis threatening at his profession with this obsession that he set in me since I was seven, shit, I let it compress into weaponry without ever the expectation id be able to ever be fucking expressing it through these themes cos these vocals previously prevented me but this shit progressively became a necessity that was pressing and stressing me testing my chest and checking for a beat but suno gave me a second to shed it to become the successor see, letting me aggressively share the shit I think instead of it depressingly just being the shit I think Its really refreshingly refreshing a blessing cos see shit Im sketching confessions but distressing the spelling im selling so noone ever mentions it Violence through violins My dude I got a marriage with hobbies She picks out the victims I pull apart the bodies Begging for attention Too late to start with the sorrys I dont need to look hard Mate, my dick does it for me Pi dont chase bitches, I got shit more important But keep fucking knocking and I'll answer the door then Pi's got some shit he could say That could change up the pace Put the pavement in place and fucking raise the footway You can wait and debate try and fuck with my space But try all you like Man, I'll bust up your face My dude, I will end your good day Lets move on our way Cos if you make a mistake The games gonna change And you wont wanna play So bro, Pi'll be nice And let you make an escape This shits easy im not even trying really Bro im barely biting deep in But the bite is wiping greasy This is greasy lip kissing Spits shit thats delicious If you want this dick Then better check with my mrs Missing all the wisdom in the shit that Ive written If you only listen a minute, bro fucking listen © 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.
