MEL. The 8th - PINHEAD LARRY.

When I shoot my shot they gon' say it ain't hurting them
I let these bullets coat 'em like they from Burlington
If they say that I ain't dope enough then I weed 'em out
They get painted on when I pull the easel out
Pussy ass how you gon' weasel out?
He's gon' try to run but we've seen his house
She been singing out my penis from her diaphragm
I got my .9 up in storage you may die of R.A.M.
Spin your ass like a gyro that's some kind of lamb
How I'm still high when its time to land?
I got white girl doing lines of sand
Make you disappear like Elisa Lam
My plug might shock you he a lightning fan
Proceed with caution when you buy a gram
I ain't sleep on you niggas I'm just tired man

Niggas tried to sell me a molly
I said cool beans
Crushed it up and I threw it in the two liter
Bad bitch started tripping I had to leave her
Tell me what you trynna pull I got two levers
If I need something fixed I leave it to Beaver
Beat her beaver up and now she say her coochie hurt
No you can't come not in my two seater
I need room in the whip to put my feet up
Pulled up to the gas station I was ass naked
Guess the molly water kicked in I was past faded
Walked up to the cashier and I asked for payment
He just looked down and said put that away
I thought he meant the gun so I bashed his face
Then I grabbed for the cash and dashed away
Yes indeed, that deed was dastardly
Sleep while I drive woke up in Land o' Lakes
I just bought these Amiri's that I ain't wearing
I'm just posing as a rapper it's a red herring
My girl thought I was evil I said I ain't caring
I lied at the check in said I ain't carrying
Misfire at the gun range his head tearing
Got the damn Dans dirty
Now I'm Pinhead Larry
It's MEL

Written by:
Melvin Nelson

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