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[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
I made the record "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with friends for a nigga to hit the skins.
Hopin' the Kool G Rap was makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the to try to give me head,
and swallow the whole jimmy to a nigga fed.
But on you bitches, don't make me laugh;
you couldn't deep G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, even fled when they saw the head,
'cause G's would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me no sucker,
'cause these bitches'll be callin' up like a motherfucker.
You heard the before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train while I graffiti."
even fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open legs,
no need for no control, bitch, 'cause my dick is touchin' the eggs.
Kool G Rap, the pussy
hell, I'd be talkin' fucked up if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar walls Carnegie Hall.
my mark on bitches like Zorro,
plus fuckin' bitches so def like won't be no pussy left tomorrow.
hoes like it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of Cheerios I want my nuts and honey.
to all the women that look fine,
pretendin' my prick was Moby Dick and have a of a time.
Now I'm not a diver,
but I it when my dick's covered and smothered with saliva.
Shit, might even out your dentures,
it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with
go to a Chinese 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 a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my dick'll pop the cherry and out the fuckin' pit.
And if you're concerned, my sperm burn,
and if it did, I'd give that ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I a fuckin' lesson.
You think it's 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, that nigga's hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather hump a whole army,
'cause even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this salami.
You around and catch a seizure,
before I a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva 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 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 be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that hole apart,
for with 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, get open like a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood U Man...