Yo, check out 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