The Splak Shop - 2 Live Crew

Verse 1: Brother Marquis 
I won't take a bitch to my house 
Don't have to see where I'm livin', uh-uh, that's out! 
If you want to splak, I know you're down like that 
We can go to this place by the railroad track 
It has a room with a view, just right for two 
Equipped with the accessories to get you in the mood 
Like bottles of champagne with gold-trim glasses 
A king-size waterbed to lay your ass in 
A video screen, of you and me 
So don't be camera-shy; I won't let nobody see 
You can lounge around in your silky nightgown 
Just take off your bra and pull your panties down 
'Cause I'll seduce you, whore, bust down your back door 
You dog-ass bitch, get down on all fours 
'Cause this is the place for head, booty and cock 
You know what it's called, the Fuck Shop! 

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice 
Now bitches and sluts, I'm down with 'em 
And there's a place where I get with 'em 
It has a water bed 'cause the place is phat 
A lion-skin rug to lay the bitch on her back 
With mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls 
Mirrors on the floor so I can see it all 
No need for hide-and-seek, so drop them draws 
And raise that ass so I'll splak it all! 
So bend your ass over, I'll get it from the back 
Dick ya ass down, make the pussy go smack 
And with every stroke, bitch, start to yell 
Ain't nothing can save you but a truth in the smell 
It's a freaky place, and an all-out blast, 
'Cause when you're done, you'll wash your ass 
So if you're down, we'll hit the spot 
You know what it's called, the Splak Shop! 

Verse 3: 
[BM] The Fuck Shop, the ideal place to meet 
When you're cheatin' on your wife with an u