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[Chorus "Talk Like Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with their friends for a to hit the skins.
the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with more stitches Frankenstein.
even had the nerve to try to give me head,
and swallow the jimmy to make a nigga fed.
But on you bitches, don't make me laugh;
you deep throat G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, some even when they saw the head,
G's dick would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me no sucker,
these bitches'll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
You the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the while I write graffiti."
I'll fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
as you open your legs,
no need for no birth control, bitch, 'cause my is touchin' the eggs.
Kool G Rap, the pussy
hell, I'd be talkin' up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll have you like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar walls Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on like Zorro,
plus fuckin' bitches so def like there won't be no left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it funny,
I think bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women look fine,
pretendin' my prick was Dick and have a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a diver,
but I love it when my dick's and smothered with saliva.
Shit, might straighten out your dentures,
it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't that:
I'll go to a restaurant, bitch, if I wanna eat cats.
Because you gotta be to eat the tuna, G.
So when it to pussy-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I should be on the sex
not a 'cause I'm givin' punk-bitches better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, I'll it fit,
because my pop the cherry and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if concerned, my sperm don't burn,
and if it did, I'd that nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I a fuckin' lesson.
You think painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
Leavin' you stingin' from the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, nigga's still hangin'.
Bitch, rather hump a fuckin' whole army,
'cause even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide man's salami.
You fuck and catch a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I gots ta put the hooker anesthesia.
saliva dribble on your nipple,
orgasms double and triple sip ripple and turn ass into a cripple.
Then I see you for the swellin',
'cause I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist fall the hell in.
Got damn! I hit the ham
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the Dick out the Van Dyke.
I'm fuckin' naked girls fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that pussy will be runnin' for it's lives.
I know you hookers refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll that pussy hole apart,
for with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you want before I fuck ya,
look at the of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get like a can;
just it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...