Loony Claus - FTPI (f** the p**n Industry) lyrics

[Verse 1] p**n companies planting ingenious lies In the teens and guys who dream of thighs So they put on the p**n with the fiending eyes And so they seen the guys with the penis size Kind of dicks that make a brother demonize His own shlong so wrong, self esteem it dies He feel the prize of a chick out of reach Stare at the tube, never dick out of reach Wearing the lube but this kid about to teach Take out the buds, I'ma sing loud and preach Let me let you know a little something 'bout p**n For real bro, yo I know that sock out worn I'ma knock out p**n for the sh** it doing Got a dude in his room and he live in ruin Not me I am free I don't give into it Lot of guys, bet their minds been given to it Lot of love they could give is hidden through it Pulling back the curtain and I'm ripping through it Listen to it when I lay it on the page They free to walk away but they staying in a cage Everybody loves it, Raymond on a stage Lot of people probably got them playing with the gauge Blame it on the age, digital time Mute the screen and they cream to a digital mime [Verse 2] Poking holes in their social goals This machine I demean with a pivotal rhyme Give me a sign, someone If I'm wrong and it shouldn't be undone But it's heavy as a Chevy, not one ton Screen light, they might want some sun With a fun pun, I'ma bring it to the light Step outside and just sing into the night I'm left leaning, I'm not winging to the right Just don't think we should be grinning from their plight The workers I mean, the twerkers on beam The ones who are frequently jerkers on screen But lurking on scene in the background Are the ones that are scum I give that frown They're smirking as a teen puts her a** down Making money from the honey so they laugh now Probably warped her mind ‘cause they got her lured young Imagine if that were your daughter or son I know my answer though father of none Money from meat just like slaughter per ton They offer her one rise to the top Say she's pretty, but they spray tan her thighs on the spot Take the cash and she dash and go cry on her tot Tomorrow she'll meet a few guys on a cot She lies on a bed of lies, lives that are bought It's hard to break down and then try to be hot Lie to me not, don't show me the fantasy If the reality creates insanity Panicky vanity can it be managed we Need to find cures for this self hating slander spree Damn are we this dependent on visuals Imagination amending these rituals Exaggerations of bodies is pitiful Since you clear history, wrongs are omitable? Damn I ain't trying to preach talk Just writing on the board cause there's free chalk Is it wrong to say that I'ma quit If I still do watch a little bit? Get a little hit of that dopamine Don't feel bad now so I hope the scene Is appealing but when it is done I will be mad that I gave into fun I hope that I'm caving in none ‘cause all the guilt will be weighing a ton A ray of sun is a better hit of joy I know my achilles but I'll never live in Troy Never been a boy who certainly is evil ‘cause I don't condone things with currency of people!