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Now, some people say I'm too nasty
The ones that know, I say, yeah, when you ask me
The freakiest brotha on the

Sometimes, I don't even it, goddamn it
Young ladies, young bitches, young
Smack on hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes, nothing
All you hoe's know 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 reel
I'm not Luther or Freddie Jackson

freaks be askin', why I be taxin'
I dunno, that's the of brotha I am
If father don't think I'ma fuck you, tell yo momma I am
I'm the freaky brotha 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 poetry, that make you wanna get with me

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

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

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

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

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

But you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's pink?
I've got a mind, and I love hoe's
But my ideal of love is from yours, and my love goes
Wham, bam, thank you

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

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

Play monopoly on top of me, while we do each
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 fuck free

And a guarantee that all night the dick 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

'Cuz I'll do 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 live once and tellin' lies is
So be mean to the people who know of me
Still gettin' pussy from the ladies, singin' erotic