Porn Flakes by Tonedeff
Porn Flakes lyrics
V1
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 bringing 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 dancefloor/
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 saying she want it-/
That calculated nigga�s counting 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/
U 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 D-S-L�s 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 swerving, 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/
(y) 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, �Si�, which translated to our asses moving 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 hand-cuffs, claiming only when
they�re battered 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/
Swinging upon the dicks they park on, So, 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 bee�s like that sometimes�, stinging 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.
V2
So, anyways, as I was saying, 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/
2 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 going�/
Tits and Ass showin�, everybody hoeing� 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/
Rubbing my dick in the car, so, yo, quit trying 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 being 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 hearing �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
something strange./
There was something about Trixie that really bothered
me/
A big ole� fuckin� grin on her face like she just won
the lottery/
When I figured she oughtta be brushing her teeth or
finding 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 Bobbit!�/
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 2 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 being a Dog, yo, fuck this, move out bitch get
outta my way�� (Chainsaw ensues)
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