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