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Now, some people say I'm too nasty
The ones that don't know, I say, yeah, you ask me
The freakiest on the planet

Sometimes, I don't even it, goddamn it
Young ladies, bitches, young hoe's
on your hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes, nothing
All you hoe's what time it is

You know my dick, so you know what kind of it is
I get ill on the mic, but
I don't like pigs, but I like the feel
I'm not Luther Vandross or Jackson

Some be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, that's the of brotha I am
If your father don't think I'ma you, tell yo momma I am
I'm the freaky brotha on the give it up to

For who know of me, this is erotic poetry
Now I'm the K I S S I N G B A N D I T
E S H A M, is on the, M I C
Now I make the kinda poetry, make you wanna get with me

All the say,"Please won't you hit me?"
I'm not Casanova, in the joint
I make the fuck songs get straight to the point
I don't make songs, 'cuz I don't do that

And if I bust a wack rap like that, say,"Who's that?"
A bunch of hoe's get it
I let the rhythm hit 'em, and they the way I did 'em
I get freak bones, nuts on G bones

Hoe's give the jaw bone, when we all
So, I don't understand, you say I'ma nasty man
You should be sayin' nasty hoe, 'cuz I like to do it
So I like to hit ya like a man

I like to fuck, I like to fuck it, a man should, yo
This goes out to the who know of me
Trashy, but still classy, erotic
Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no

But the Esham, you'll never forget
So all you hoe's 'round, while I break it down
Esham's in the house, and I'm the of the town
Now some hoe's think, I with the ink

But when you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's
I've got a mind, and I love hoe's
But my of love is different from yours, and my love goes
Wham, bam, you ma'am

you wake up I'm gone and all you can say is, damn.
He love me like, he love me like, he love me like no
And when I left yo' crib, I went and fucked yo'
do anything to please you

Anything you me to do, just ask, and I'll lead you
This goes out to those know of me
Trashy, but classy, erotic poetry
Now I got game, like Parker

Play monopoly on top of me, we do each other
Roll a dice on chest, I hit seven, I won
By the time I eleven, I bet ya cum
When you get fast go, you get a free card

And a guarantee that all night the dick stay hard
Just if you run back, to side
Till ya cum, till ya can't cum no more inside
If you say I'm nasty, you hoe's, you up

'Cuz do things to you that will make the average man throw up
Like put your foot and cut the grass the mower
Lick it up high, then it down lower
A shame, ain't no shame to my

'Cuz you only once and tellin' lies is lame
So be mean to the people who know of me
Still gettin' pussy from the ladies, erotic poetry