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  • Текст песни Kottonmouth Kings - Freaks Of The Industry



    Yeah, Suburban Noize, those Kottonmouth Kings
    Freaks come out at night, the freaks come out...

    Well... We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
    The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us backstage be prepared to G

    Now they say that first do it means do it
    Time to freak, Saint Dog gets to it
    Not a heavy weight
    But I'll go twelve rounds with a jab of the stick I'm going lick for lick
    So give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man
    Just relax, and I won't front like arena
    I mean to get the cream of the crop
    And I'll be taking it slow, never missin' a spot
    Yes caressin' your back, chest to chest, you're kissing on my nose ring
    I'll whisper in your ear, Saint Dog Kottonmouth King
    Oh big ST that's what you'll be screamin' and creamin'
    But its not a wet dream its the real, the freaky dog, dog nasty
    Never letting a kitty cat get past me
    Without picking it up, petting it teasing it, taking 3 home and pleasing it

    We're the freaks of the industry
    Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
    The freaks of the industry
    And when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

    Say you're G-in', nobody else is seein'
    And the freak that your with's in front of you
    Bending over naked as she's leaning on the dresser
    Boo-yeah, you're looking at her from the rear
    She looks just like Rebecca, not Rebecca with the singing career
    But the X rated video queen, ya know what I mean?
    All right here's the scene, you're lyin' on your back
    With your head on the edge of the bed
    The booty's 2 feet from your head, should you
    A. take the time to find a condom
    B. walk right over and you pound em
    C. tell her that you want her love
    well the answer is
    D. all of the above
    So you're freakin', the furniture's squeakin'
    she's tweakin', saying that she's weak in the knees
    Cheek for cheek, and pound for pound
    I'm taxin' it and waxin' it and workin' it around
    Till the booty starts makin' that clappin' sound
    Which is cool but your friends are chillin' in the other room
    The clap is getting louder, you don't want them to clown
    You in this situation, what do you do?
    A. plainly simply back up off her
    B. you hit it just a little bit softer
    C. you take it out and put it in her butt
    Well D's for Daddy X yo, yo listen up
    I put a towel on the floor by the 2 inch gap under the door
    And now ya can't see me anymore, to the lock
    Till they can't talk but they can listen
    There'll be no bargin' in, there'll be no dissin'
    Get back to the mission, broke out the whip cream and the cherries
    I go through all the 5 positions
    My head under her leg under my arm under her toe
    She says I like it when you scream, Daddy let yourself go
    I hit it, slid it, lick it, quit it, after the ride I put my clothes on I
    walk outside
    And before anybody has a chance to speak I say
    Yo I'm Daddy X I guess I'm just a freak

    We're the freaks of the industry
    Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth kings
    The freaks of the industry
    And when ya see us back stage be prepared to G