a round of roses kissing this is bone hate spitting let the weed smoke curl with it this is not a bloodstained admission, but shatter the stain glass windows make my pistol the priest voice that echos if this dickhead dies tomorrow Ive not got a clue whos the one that did it, but wish I got to watch the floorboards drink him can you hear the death bell ringing its beautiful isnt it shhh... can you hear the sound of the brass rain patting down on my last glass pain as Im sat here straining trying to keep my mind sane by interlacing these lyrics and syllable stacking and ignoring the fact that my back plates rattling and rib cage is badly snagging its as if the flash backs keep stabbing it cos the smoke of the chronic is no longer cracking it man my emotional frames battered and staggering where I missed shit that slipped under my fingertips shit I wish I could click and time flip back to that shit I shouldnt of let emotions and closeness exist in that moment shoulda kept a grip flown a tip to rent a clip and let the hammer hammer down and hammered him till the lead law jammer began chattering as I listened to his stammering last breaths vanishing leave the shell bells scattering shouldve walked in the chapel going manic with a barrel full of chanting and humming the hymns as the recoil coils the blood from my hands to the soil through the clapping as a wheel spins and clicks and six hundred and sixty six motherfucking sins sent spinning wish I flipped the wrist wicked and let the cold grip grip em and spit em till the clip clicks in rhythm and clip em vicious to let every hit ricochet split a second victim to witness their wisdom an afflictions evict em cos I wont miss shit shit Ill twist it point the barrel stiff at the choir and make em resonate this bit till the syllables detonate and spits fire off a fist full of friction an leave em bitten by satanic panic like a dead weight till there aint no more ammunition quick switch and swish to sign the death certificate with my switchblade make the wrist spray blood stained pissing stand over the fucking corpses tell everybody Im "not" the reason his bodies gone missing promise a round of roses kissing this is bone hate spitting let the weed smoke curl with it this is not a bloodstained admission, but shatter the stain glass windows make my pistol the priest voice that echos if this dickhead dies tomorrow Ive not got a clue whos the one that did it, but wish I got to watch the floorboards drink him can you hear the death bell ringing its beautiful isnt it © 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.
