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[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
I made the record "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are up with their friends for a nigga to hit the skins.
the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with more stitches Frankenstein.
Some even had the to try to give me head,
and swallow the jimmy to make a nigga fed.
But come on you bitches, don't 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 would make you fuckin' me in a waterbed.
try to paly me like no sucker,
'cause these be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
You heard the song before; you don't see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train I write graffiti."
I'll even fuck you in a cab,
and after sex with a nigga be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open legs,
no need for no birth control, bitch, 'cause my dick is 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 them sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on bitches Zorro,
plus fuckin' bitches so def like there won't be no pussy tomorrow.
hoes like it ain't funny,
I about bowls of Cheerios because 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 love it when my dick's covered and smothered saliva.
Shit, might straighten out your dentures,
because it's not just a job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, bitch, if I eat cats.
Because you 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' better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, 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 that 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 hole in his head, but yo, that still hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather hump a whole army,
'cause even the Witness Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You around and catch a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I gots ta put the hooker anesthesia.
Lettin' dribble on your nipple,
orgasms double and sip ripple and turn your ass into a cripple.
Then I see you for the swellin',
'cause I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might 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' girls with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that pussy will be runnin' for it's lives.
I you hookers can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to no hickeys 'cause 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 kids before I ya,
look at the of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get open a can;
leave it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...