[Verse 1]
Friday night, and yo, we just got paid
Weâre on our way to sight Miami, F-L-A nightlife to promenade
Itâs time to say exactly where to route the streets to scout freaksâŠ
The words that collectively come out each mouth be South Beach
We seek to reach the sheets of Hotel suites thatâs candy coated
So, yo, if youâre bringing a van, youâd better believe itâs 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-
Itâs Tone, Logic, Opie 1, and G-I-double the L
Craze is the definition of record spinninâ precision
Gettinâ chicks in positionâs the mission of this expedition
So, my vision is in focus on the dancefloor
More âGet-It, Get Itâ- âShake That Assâ- 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 n***aâs counting on it/
Ope and Gill were scoopinâ 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, âHi, my name is Trixie.â/
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, âI know youâre fast Trixie, but my name is not Speed.â/
She was barely 19, but, fuck, the bitch was lookinâ wicked/
With them type of D-S-Lâs that screamed for you to put your dick inside her mouth/
Sheâd turn it out, Iâm shoutinâ no doubt and no question/
When it comes to blows this girl would cave your fuckinâ 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 weâve got more people than I think the van can manage/
So, yes, I begin to panic, And, man, Iâm throwin fits/
And Iâm just swerving, cause I canât see past atomic bitchâs tits/
Now, âAhh, Shitâ, here come the pigs and they be burninâ my tail/
They said, âExcuse me, Tone, we heard you had some herb to inhaleâŠâ/
I said, âIâm sorry, officer, Iâm not that type of MC./
See, I embellish the status of my creativity/
(y) Bitches are my addiction when the rhythm canât be/
But, I wonât tell no one you asked me if you let me go free.â/
He said, âSiâ, which translated to our asses moving on to the part of the song that had us naked in the sauna at Motel Iguana/
Now, Opieâs bitchâs name was Shauna and Gillâs was Ivana/
And those two hookers was too live to be as nasty as they wanna/
Talkinâ âbout whips and hand-cuffs, claiming only when theyâre battered and bruised theyâve had ânuff/
Now, thatâs ruff and tumble shit Iâm not equipped to handle/
If she wants to be a masochist, then thatâs a bitch I canât get with/
They said, âChill.â Took off the panties, spread legs they flexed/
Certain proceeds of the paychecks went towards latex for safe sex/
Itâs time to get my face wet, the pussy taste test/
Trixie tells me my Dick tastes best while I remove the bitchâs 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, âDamn, youâre dick is bigger than them words from Keith Murrayâ/
âYo, it beeâs like that sometimesâ, stinging that ass with fury/
Donât wear no yellow jacket, still Georgia Tech hoes prefer me/
âCause you canât lose with this big Johnson, itâs a casino up in here/
Because itâs 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, âcause I figured the bitch would now resort to begginâ/
Iâm slippinâ the dick in with that special move for wreckinâ/
Checkinâ the fucks like hockey pucks and ass attackinâ like itâs Tekken 2/
I betcha guessinâ who would ever have a night (Such as)/
The one Iâm talkinâ about, where me and the crew be gettinâ (Much ass)/
Not poppinâ trash, but, yo, Any dirt could happen/
So, uh, Just gimme a second so I can keep that ass splackin
[Verse 2]
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, theyâre lickinâ cocks or gettin rocked/
Just when you thought 8 was enough- well itâs not/
(Knock, Knock) whoâs at the door?/
I be trippin over them hookers on the floor Tryinâ to get my pants on/
Hey, yo, itâs 3:34 in the morning, timeâs passed on/
Yo, it was Mannyphesto and DJ Craze with their grasps on/
2 other Rave bitches that I didnât recognize/
Sized âem up enough to give the âGo Headâ, so they could dive/
Into the Live wire strip twister match we had goingâŠ/
Tits and Ass showinâ, everybody hoeingâ in the place/
No space, it was a blatant exhibition/
Face fishinâ between the hips till we create the next position in the Kama Sutra/
We shoot to make the text revisions/
âSutraâ comma; Makinâ âem scream for preposition repetitions/
No matter how cute you are, youâre probably a future star for Porno/
Rubbing my dick in the car, so, yo, quit trying to act so formal/
Her sexual appetiteâs beyond abnormal, so you know that when the mornâ breaks/
She wantâs to eat another bowl of Porn Flakes/
But, thereâs a double meaning to the term/
Second being a ditsy-bitch that keeps it creaminâ on a firm cock/
And she can burn spots and light âem up; she never minds a fuck/
Sheâll even make a frigid n***a turn hot to ride him up/
But, right now, Iâm tryinâ to suck this hoochieâs coochie/
While fuckinâ the brains out this bitch thatâs workinâ my dick, and Iâm hearing âSWITCH!â/
Itâs a house party, baby, kids be glued to the couch/
The time has cum for n***as to do the same and âSpoochindamouthâ!/
So, yo, weâre bustinâ nuts, and us- we aim at the chin/
And I lost it when Logic said to his bitch, âYo, whatâs your name again?â/
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 oleâ fuckinâ grin on her face like she just won the lottery/
When I figured she oughtta be brushing her teeth or finding her braâŠ/
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 hookerâs saw and mutilation/
The closer she came, the more we shouted/
She said, âMotherfuckers, youâre âbout to suffer the same fame as John Bobbitt!â/
Suddenly, the cameramen jumped out the closet/
And that tig-oleâ bitty bitchâs 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 wigginâ on me, on the spot/
She said, âItâs men like you who turn us women into sexpots/
And meat- pieces objectified. Iâm here to rectify the stain!â/
Then the girl took off her face and, goddamn, âItâs Chasey Lainâ/
Then they all took off their masks and what a change if Iâve ever seen/
To Sunset hookers, actresses, and Supermodel Beauty Queens/
I wonder what this truly means⊠Itâs all a scheme to make me pay/
For being a Dog, yo, fuck this, move out bitch get outta my wayââ (Chainsaw ensues)