Molly - Tame One, Parallel Thought, Aesop Rock

I was probably on Molly the day you saw me

In Little Bricks gettin' piffed, grinnin' and shit

Cheesin' like dip that come with your chips

This bitch I was with wanted a clip

Running and shit, just spent a hundred and six

On sniff straight from the dip

And this a fifth trip

The whole strip know what I came to get

It’s just how much and who got it

Dimes and nick’s, gp twenties with blue caps

Pretty rock bottles of crack

Two for five, five for twenty, buy four, change back

She bought a bundle for her uncle that

Nods, scratches, and mumbles at her

She treated me good for some good weed

Just happy, runnin' with rappers

After she copped, back to the spot, I did me

And she did her, yes sir, and then she did me

Swallowed my gunk, gave me money for the blunt

Stood out front, lookin' like the first of the month

Yet I came, but I kept ma’s change

She wasn’t beat

Ran through another magnum family pack and hit the streets

Trickin' without a treat

Is like a chicken without a beak

You could eat, but don’t make a difference

Cause all you want is the meat

I’m a man-whore, situation pimp

Some girls goin' from former I wanna’s

To becoming a bum and

To that never respectable

Hella a receptacle for somethin'

Sleazy little Molly, probably easier than Holly

Harvey maker of skate is coming

Now you gotta take a nut, and hey it’s nothing

Hey it’s nothing

As long as she get to take a puff and

Has a chaser cousin, Molly ain’t for fussin'

But bust it

Really game sloppy yall

See, that dame is Molly Marl

Swimmin bout' how she used too

When she she gettin' abused dude

Maybe Molly plannin'

For something like Molly Shannon

Here she talkin' she a superstar

Be for real

That stupid broad just a ski bunny

Forever that ass too dusted

But best believe honey is ready

For bathroom bussin

Hardly Molly Ringwald on some pretty in pink

Are you kidding me?

Take another image like Molly’s chin

Balls a good combination

And now we talkin' a winner

And that’s off in the center

Of wild hood conversation

Molly took the leather and tail and the folded overcoat

Loves me, Loves me, not a toke to the motions of the game of dosey doe

I was in the stomach of the briar patch mystified

Firing on all cylinders

Highly of the miserables

Hazy shit of the ray on highly poisoned vegetables

Molly called the pest control

Said, «It made me less alone»

That’s how the mention go

It’s every message pretzeled up, it’s telephoned

To special pen the end result

Anyway, Molly, just keep your cabbage in the envelope

And I can show you god and every smoking, broken vestibule

Took me to the catacombs, spread me to the seance

Line and dine the tables with butcher paper and crayons

On some… Fuck shit with a kid it’s a all gumshit hellabalu

Lunch and dinner, giddy up into the oven with you

That’s Molly fucking with you

That’s how the tables turn

She front that hubba hubba she just wanna make you squirm