[Intro] ( spoken over a slow funky bass loop )
What year is it? 2045, man. You know, back then everyone had their own little mechanical doll. Yesterday's news... now we looking for that real flesh... that fire... (Hunter's word): "Get dirty."
[Verse 1] ( Growling baritone rap )
On a yacht off Ibiza, Lana lounging in the sun
Bini so tiny it's a goddamn crime, just wait 'till the games begun
Skin like a goddess and her breasts out, soaked in the heat
Four Navy vets, lean and hard, making one woman complete
Rico is a beast, ink covering every inch of his skin
He ripped that top clean off, and that's where the real game begin
Motorboating her tits, face buried in between the swell
While she arching her back, this a whole other kind of hell.
[Chorus] ( Heavy clap beat with a soulful, deep country drawl )
Swing it high, drop it low, we redefining the game
In the glow of the Mediterranean, no two bodies are the same
Grind that knuckle, pop that cork, let the fluids all flow
Where the pleasure’s limitless and the hardware’s on show.
[Verse 2] ( Rapid fire rap, sensual tone )
Sven was ready, the Nordic giant with the fjord between his thighs
Yanked her panties down, saw her wetness and opened his eyes
He dove in deep, tongue flicking that clit with precision and skill
While she shook like a leaf, screaming loud to get her fill
Then she squirted like a fountain, spraying the deck like a hose
And that’s when she asked for more, right down to her fuckin' toes
In with the twins, Kai and Leo, piercing sparking in the light
One in her mouth, and the other playing dirty with her behind and tight.
[Chorus] ( Heavy clap beat with a soulful, deep country drawl )
Swing it high, drop it low, we redefining the game
In the glow of the Mediterranean, no two bodies are the same
Grind that knuckle, pop that cork, let the fluids all flow
Where the pleasure’s limitless and the hardware’s on show.
[Verse 3] ( Slowing down, pulsing beat with hi-hats )
Kai’s ball on her tonsils, poking deep while Leo takes the rear
Grinding her G-spot, whispers sweet filth in her ear
She’s a playground, man, Rico joining in for the double-team
Two pricks in her pussy, stretching wide, a woman’s fever dream
Flip her legs up high, dangling like a hammock in the breeze
The twins holding her open while she’s shaking to her knees
Then comes the finale, the swimmers joined in for the spray
Glazing that blonde mane, filling up her face all the way.
[Bridge] ( Smooth R&B influence, heavy bass ) ( Soulful crooning )
Two dicks in her ass, a torrent in her hair
No robot could ever give this feeling, swear it's beyond compare.
[Verse 4] ( Direct rap, high energy )
Now her asshole’s leaking and her cunt’s dripping like a broken tap
The bastards leave her leaking, a human-designed erotic trap
She high-fives the squad, red-faced and panting for some breath
The sheer intensity of it all, it’s a little thing called death
She says “Who’s mixing drinks?” because she’s thirsty for the chill
After all the pumping, she’s looking for a different kind of thrill.
[Chorus] ( Heavy clap beat with a soulful, deep country drawl )
Swing it high, drop it low, we redefining the game
In the glow of the Mediterranean, no two bodies are the same
Grind that knuckle, pop that cork, let the fluids all flow
Where the pleasure’s limitless and the hardware’s on show.
[Outro] ( Beat cuts out ) ( Low gravelly voice ) There’s no replacing the real thing. Keep your robots... I’ll take the four-way on the yacht any time I can get it... ( Beats out with heavy crash ) Pure... organic... filth.
