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He hah, ha ha ha
Yo, y'all wanna about hoes?
it, yo

Adam is the man got more honies than a hive of bees
I I'm pullin stunts like McGyver
And I try ta always be patient a miss
But I diss, cuz groupies always seem to me pissed
Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a friendship
I pretend to think I befriend, be them hips
And send dips, to they moms with a grin
But if a boo boo head, I tell no one that I got in

Yo, friends I got a lotta and I gotta
them and then blend all the hottie
Spurts be like a mile a minute
Cuz I can either take it or, yo, I wild up in it
I'm pulling, yes, cuz fully dressed or they're nice
I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my there
I now rips so foul dips spread my rep
I sew the girls up like Schweppes, so many kids might

I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks
Who be track, then they be running back for more
Rest assured, it's for her to be your linga
I get the finger, cuz she can't get the
Any longer, my dong can stretch and I'm
I got the daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and
Get the kinks out when my in the pink shout and scream
Butta second is but a dream

From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool
But not for dips submerging, it hurt men to merge in
My status from baddest to Tims, I'm more hips
gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm drowsing
Arousing the next the next thousand my saliva
The liver ones cuz I try to run in no dumb females
be swell, but my picks, so why tricks
Get restricted to flicks boo boo heads, I screw you dead

I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I myself the man

Niggaz cling and get to things on the flute
That's insane, I be in and bang, get boots
For gosh sakes that broad shakes, her thang to the whole
The way the labia hang, it's a sad shame
Clapping when tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The breasts sag like they're
The are wrinkled, dry, worn and battered
em shattered, she's as fly as a maggot

The him I am, the man I'm him
Bustin skins out, I been erect checkin dips
When I'm wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with
(Boom bow bang)
from my you-know-whats so you know buttcheeks
Are clapping tapping the guts on the late with date
Makes my ego those lipstick marks on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
They don't lie, penis took your dip to a fly
My description, why, when I'm making them bend

I hit it, I did it, I it
I never quit it, yes, I knock the boots I was Riddick
Bowe, get it, hoe, I get with
No, Boomerang with nasty toes
Keep your on your husk, you muskrat
But if she's fly, I try to that
Gluttius maximus, I wax and
I'm just to be the mack man Plus

I been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome
How come skins work their way in?
The resting late night at her pad and
Scheming to and season, cuz she's in
I fiend mad horny, transforming charges
Into swinging me, seemingly miss
Let her that I was on it
Now I got dibs on that I'm welcome back, 'cuz I'm Kotter

I myself the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I myself the man
I myself the man