Pinhead – DUMMY! Lyrics
Artist: Pinhead
Song: DUMMY!
Yo, I just woke up so my vocal’s gonna sound sh#t
But, I can record anyway
Ayy, NLE Choppa type beat, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Monsters are near and I can’t go to bed
Lil’ p#ss#, you should stay in your shed
I be rappin’ and word spread
Your head lookin’ like a triangle
You likin’ Logan Paul? Well you gonna be that Asian dude and dangle
I don’t get how people find your angle
I’m like a snake, you gonna get strangled
Pull up with my choppa, I can’t aim so I aim at your feet
I’m gonna play, and I’m gonna sh#t
b#tch you a farmer, go back to hiding in wheat, bail
I’m so f#cking pale, your ho be fat, looking like a whale
She so fat she walking like a snail
She measurе her weight and break thе scale
I’ve been just been making this bread, huh
b#tches they on me, they givin’ me head
b#tch I leave all of these opps and they dead, b#tch, mm
I got my glizzy, uh, aim it at your head, I’m busy
Aim all this Glock at your neck and your head
On my dick is where she gonna get busy, b#tch, yeah
Break the back, I got a b#tch elastic
I be movin’ spastic, got a b#tch on my dick
I run it back, I got a b#tch, got dick
I’ma want the bag, got, uh, okay
Uh-huh, smokin’ the bacco, b#tch, uh
Smoking the wacky tobacky, uh
I run it back and I walk out, mm
b#tch you gon’ go get a smacky, mm
I keep my Glock on my hip, mm
I might go f#ck on that b#tch, uh
I put my dick in the t#ts, uh
I might just nut on the lip, mm
b#tch on my dick and I f#ck it, uh
b#tch, I run back and I luck it, mm
Wait, $EMMY! be breaking her back
And I run it back, baby got, uh
Wait, buckets of sauce and the Glock on my hip
And I’m whippin’ it, mm, huh
b#tch on my dick and I run it back
Baby gon’ suck on my dicky tip, mm, okay
f#ck up on your b#tch and her bussy with a bit when I hit that, uh
I’ve been just been making this bread, huh
b#tches they on me, they givin’ me head
b#tch I leave all of these opps and they dead, b#tch, mm
I got my glizzy, uh, aim it at your head, I’m busy
Aim all this Glock at your neck and your head
On my dick is where she gonna get busy, b#tch, yeah
Monsters are near and I can’t go to bed
Lil’ p#ss#, you should stay in your shed
I be rappin’ and word spread
Your head lookin’ like a triangle
You likin’ Logan Paul? Well you gonna be that Asian dude and dangle
I don’t get how people find your angle
I’m like a snake, you gonna get strangled
Pull up with my choppa, I can’t aim so I aim at your feet
I’m gonna play, and I’m gonna sh#t
b#tch you a farmer, go back to hiding in wheat, bail
I’m so f#cking pale, your ho be fat, looking like a whale
She so fat she walking like a snail
She measure her weight and break the scale
I put my dick in a freezer
I got water on my feet like Jesus
I get called short but I’m almost two metres
Yeah, I’m already dead like Jesus
f#ckin’ a kid but it’s not rape
f#cked your sh#t, they got it on tape
Now I’m in prison, I gotta escape
There’s no logic but who can relate
I’ll never meet a woman, so call me gay
Is the best, I’ma take that to the grave
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Release Year: 1977