While sitting home playing with my pricknI decided to take in a flicknOnly dirty movies turn me onnLike Deep Throat and The Devil Mrs. JonesnI've been called a genius, I've been called a bastardnBut I'm known around the world as the nasty rappernAll of you freaks, no matter where you arenListen while I rap about the porno starsnIt goes, booty booty, booty booty, booty booty, booty bootynYea, ha han(slows down; beat kicks in)nn[Chorus - Scarub] x1 (Background vocals - PSC)n(It's a problem, shit. I'm a grown ass man, man damn. That's a problem though, shit)nEvery time you jerk off you shorten your life spannThats what somebody told me (Where you go for help for something like that?)nIs it true, My head man (Who do you call? What?)nIf it is I'm dead ANDnI need someone here to control me (I'm an addict)nn[Verse 1 - PSC]nI bought the brand new Mac, the high speed InternetnThe dual-drives in the back, it's lots of power like cracknI'm addicted to these sites with the free pics, the tight onesnLots of categories, point your arrow, they're a light sumnI zone out in the web world of triple-XnI never knew what a MILF was 'till I seen it, Yes!nI like the Indian sites, forbidden paradisenThe red-dot special hoes, black sheep, said it ripenI like the BangBus and 8th Street LatinasnTricking amateurs out, avoiding misdemeanorsnFlash the cash, they get innBash those, kick 'em outnThrow clothes to the floor, next girl on the route, hey!nI'm hella picky, I click off girls quicklynDon't like them shaved and prickly, no pre-pubescence, ickynThat's a NO-NO!nGrow those hairy creampiesnI love the Big Naturals and the smooth, thick thighsnI'm a guy that's wise to all the tricks and the liesnThe special offers for free, membership with tiesnThey like a virus attacking on my flat screennClicking on the X for them to bounce, but they just won't leavenWon't leave, damn they killed a couple hot malesnI recognize some broads up off the InternetnI got tales, and get tails, but won't peep out no she-malesnBut seen a couple that could fool you, like some Lee NailsnI check the video clips on CumFiestanEating salsa and chips, take a siestanThen back at it, I'm a porn addictnI even peep the animal lovers, and caught staticnWhile my girl was asleep, I'm caught up in a jamnI'm at the Macintosh with Cocoa Butter in my handnI needed help, Damn I need another plannI'm running out of porn to check out in cyber landnI'm an addict mannWhen's the last time you did it like this?nn(Grouch: Hey, don't ask me that, you know...I did it like, 'bout a hour ago...)nn[Verse 2 - The Grouch]nMy girl used to buy me movies, but she know it don't really do me no goodnPolishing my wood when I should be tending to what's under her hoodnMy minds on the BangBus, and I'm not getting kicked offnSomebody, quick build me a loft to hide my stashnHard drive's starting to flash, she's parting the gash, I need to save that!nMPEG's up the ass, look at how far they got the legs back!nI was raised to know that's not love, but I' ma try it on my wife thoughnI got a twisted view on sex, now when I like to see the white flownIn a hype, growing a painful pressure, Luke'snHe's going to tame her with big bucks, mannThis world we live in is nutsnI'm feeling stupid when I bust mine, but it ALWAYS goes awaynAnd that's how I know I got a problemnAnd every day I say I'm going to quitnOops, I did it again...nOops, I did it again...nOops, I did it again...nOops, I did it again...nn[Chorus] - 2Xnn[Verse 3]nI like pigtails, glasses and pumpsnCheerleader fits, and any stretchy shit to make asses look plumpnI don't dig the leather or the chainsnBlindfolds are cool, prefer eyes when it comes time to aimnLollipops get me off, and crotchless fishnets rulenI'm a fan of drool, but that throw up shit's a foolnI only loose my cool when I'm surfing for smutnI got one hand on the mouse, and the other on my WHAT?!nI play the skin-flute like I'm in the symphonynAnd when it's time for me to get-some, Jake Steed's who I attempt to benI never last though, or fuck around with the assholenI'm an asshole..nn[Chorus] Repeat until end