Porn Flakes

[Verse 1]
Friday night, and yo, we just got paid
We're on our way to sight Miami, F-L-A nightlife to promenade
It's time to say exactly where to route the streets to scout freaks
The words that collectively come out each mouth be South Beach
We seek to reach the sheets of Hotel suites that's candy coated
So, yo, if you're bringin' a van, you'd better believe it's gonna get loaded
To the full, 'cause RBM is in effect to that extent
We rent a hundred percent of the bitches at the age of consent
So here we go, we hit the spot about a quarter to twelve-
It's Tone, Logic, Opie 1, and G-I-double the L
Craze is the definition of record spinnin' precision
Gettin' chicks in position's the mission of this expedition
So, my vision is in focus on the dance floor
More, "Get-It, Get It", "Shake That Ass" whores than you could ask for
And as for Logic, there was some blonde bitch with some tits that looked atomic, sayin' she want it
That calculated nigga's countin' on it
Ope and Gill were scoopin' bitches by the numbers
So I began to wonder if I would pass to wax that ass before my slumber under
A full-over-Miami-moon
But soon enough she simply hit me with a smile and said
"Hi, my name is Trixie"
She said she was a Gypsy, told me I was sexy
Wanted to show me she could do origami with her pussy lips
She tried to kiss me on the spot, I guess she deemed she felt the need
I said, "I know you're fast Trixie, but my name is not Speed"
She was barely 19, but, fuck, the bitch was lookin' wicked
With them type of DSLs that screamed for you to put your dick inside her mouth
She'd turn it out, I'm shoutin' no doubt and no question
When it comes to blows this girl would cave your fuckin' chest in
So, next in the mode of operations is to ditch
With Trixie, Logic, Opie, Gill, and the Atomic Titty Bitch
I flip the switch to open the trunk, so we can load the extra baggage
Now it seems we've got more people than I think the van can manage
So, yes, I begin to panic, and, man, I'm throwin' fits
And I'm just swervin', cause I can't see past atomic bitch's tits
Now, "Ahh, Shit", here come the pigs and they be burnin' my tail
They said, "Excuse me, Tone, we heard you had some herb to inhale"
I said, "I'm sorry, officer, I'm not that type of MC
See, I embellish the status of my creativity
Bitches are my addiction when the rhythm can't be
But, I won't tell no one you asked me if you let me go free"
He said, "Sí", which translated to our asses movin' on to the part of the song that had us naked in the sauna at Motel Iguana
Now, Opie's bitch's name was Shauna and Gill's was Ivana
And those two hookers was too live to be as nasty as they wanna
Talkin' 'bout whips and handcuffs, claimin' only when they're bleedin' and bruised they've had nuff
Now, that's ruff and tumble shit I'm not equipped to handle
If she wants to be a masochist, then that's a bitch I can't get with
They said, "Chill", took off the panties, spread legs, they flexed
Certain proceeds of the paychecks went towards latex for safe sex
It's time to get my face wet, the pussy taste test
Trixie tells me my dick tastes best while I remove the bitch's playtex – the sexual Apex
This scene resembles an X-rated playset
Swingin' upon the dicks they park on, but now the place gets
Hotter than steam boats, pull out the willie in a hurry
She said, "Damn, you're dick is bigger than them words from Keith Murray"
"Yo, it bes like that sometimes", stingin' that ass with fury
Don't wear no yellow jacket, still Georgia Tech hoes prefer me
'Cause you can't lose with this big Johnson, it's a casino up in here
Because it's "Licker up front and Poker in the rear"
I strip and lose the T-Shirt, we flirt with penetration for a second
I tickled the clit, 'cause I figured the bitch would now resort to beggin'
I'm slippin' the dick in with that special move for wreckin'
Checkin' the fucks like hockey pucks and ass attackin' like it's Tekken 2
I betcha guessin' who would ever have a night, such as
The one I'm talkin' about, where me and the crew be gettin' much ass
Not poppin' trash, but, yo, any dirt could happen
So, uh, just gimme a second so I can keep that ass splackin'

[Skit]

[Verse 2]
So, anyways, as I was sayin', yo, the fuckfest proceeds
Four kids be fixed in friction, four hookers be on their knees
Like in one way or the other, either, they're lickin' cocks or gettin' rocked
Just when you thought 8 was enough – well it's not
Knock, knock – who's at the door?
I be trippin' over them hookers on the floor tryin' to get my pants on
Hey, yo, it's 3:34 in the morning, time's passed on
Yo, it was Mannyphesto and DJ Craze with their grasps on
Two other Rave bitches that I didn't recognize
Sized 'em up enough to give the "Go Head", so they could dive
Into the live wire strip twister match we had goin'
Tits and ass showin', everybody hoein' in the place
No space, it was a blatant exhibition
Face fishin' between the hips till we create the next position in the Kama Sutra
We shoot to make the text revisions
"Sutra comma"; makin' 'em scream for preposition repetitions
No matter how cute you are, you're probably a future star for porno
Rubbin' my dick in the car, so, yo, quit tryin' to act so formal
Her sexual appetite's beyond abnormal, so you know that when the morn' breaks
She want's to eat another bowl of Porn Flakes
But, there's a double meaning to the term
Second bein' a ditsy bitch that keeps it creamin' on a firm cock
And she can burn spots and light 'em up; she never minds a fuck
She'll even make a frigid nigga turn hot to ride him up
But, right now, I'm tryin' to suck this hoochie's coochie
While fuckin' the brains out this bitch that's workin' my dick, and I'm hearin', "Switch"
It's a house party, baby, kids be glued to the couch
The time has cum for niggas to do the same and "Spoochindamouth"!
So, yo, we're bustin' nuts, and us we aim at the chin
And I lost it when Logic said to his bitch, "Yo, what's your name again?"
Gilligan, Opie, Craze, and Mannyphesto did the same
But, before I had the chance to change, yo, I noticed somethin' strange
There was somethin' about Trixie that really bothered me
A big ole' fuckin' grin on her face like she just won the lottery
When I figured she oughta be brushin' her teeth or findin' her bra
But, yo, my eyes were in awe when she bust out the chainsaw
My brain stalled for a second I hopped back with no hesitation
I caught the relation of this hooker's saw and mutilation
The closer she came, the more we shouted
She said, "Motherfuckers, you're 'bout to suffer the same fame as John Bobbitt"
Suddenly, the cameramen jumped out the closet
And that tig-ole' bitty bitch's tits turned out to be atomic
And them Shauna and Ivana girls were totally robotic
And them two rave bitches, well, they were knotted from the jump
But, anyhow this Trixie bitch was wiggin' on me, on the spot
She said, "It's men like you who turn us women into sexpots
And meat pieces objectified, I'm here to rectify the stain!"
Then the girl took off her face and, goddamn, "It's Chasey Lain"
Then they all took off their masks and what a change if I've ever seen
To Sunset hookers, actresses, and Supermodel Beauty Queens
I wonder what this truly means
It's all a scheme to make me pay for bein' a dog, "Yo, fuck this, move out bitch get outta my way— wait, yo, no, no–"