Yo, check out Now, people say that I'm too nasty The ones that don't know, I say, yeah, you ask me The brotha on the planet
Sometimes, I even understand it, goddamn it ladies, young bitches, young hoe's Smack on hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes, nothing All you know what time it is
You know my dick, so you know kind of rhyme it is I get ill on the mic, but I don't like pigs, but I like the feel I'm not Vandross or Freddie Jackson
Some be askin', why I be taxin' I dunno, the type of brotha I am If your father don't think fuck you, tell yo momma I am I'm the freaky dick on the give it up to
For those who know of me, this is erotic 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, Esham's in the I make the songs that get straight to the point I make love songs, 'cuz I don't do that
And if I bust a wack rap that, you'll say,"Who's that?" A bunch of didn't get it I let the rhythm hit 'em, and loved the way I did 'em I get freak bones, nuts on G bones
give the jaw bone, when we all alone So, I don't understand, you say I'ma nasty man You be sayin' nasty hoe, 'cuz I like to do it slow So I to hit ya like a man would
I to fuck, I like to fuck it, like a man should, yo This goes out to the who know of me Trashy, but classy, erotic poetry Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no
But the name Esham, you'll forget So all you hoe's gather 'round, I break it down Esham's in the house, and I'm the of the town Now some hoe's think, I exaggerate the ink
But you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's pink? I've got a dirty mind, and I love But my ideal of love is different from yours, and my goes Wham, bam, thank you
When you wake up I'm and all you can say is, damn. He love me like, he love me like, he love me no other And when I yo' crib, I went and fucked yo' mother I'll do to please you
Anything you me to do, just ask, and I'll lead you This out to those that know of me Trashy, but still classy, erotic Now I got game, like Parker
monopoly on top of me, while we do each other Roll a dice on chest, I hit seven, I won By the I roll eleven, I bet ya cum you get fast go, you get a fuck free card
And a guarantee that all night the will stay hard if you run back, side to side Till ya cum, till ya can't cum no from inside If you say I'm nasty, you hoe's, you up
I'll do things to you that will make the average man throw up Like put foot and cut the grass with the mower Lick it up high, lick it down lower A shame, no shame to my game
'Cuz you only once and tellin' lies is lame So be mean to the people who know of me gettin' pussy from the ladies, singin' erotic poetry