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[Chorus "Talk Like Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
I made the record "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are comin' up their friends for a nigga to hit the skins.
the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to me head,
and swallow the whole jimmy to make a fed.
But come on you bitches, don't make me
you deep throat G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, even fled when they 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 up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
You heard the before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the while I write graffiti."
even fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex with a nigga you'll be a box of maxi-pads.
as you open your 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 small, I'll have you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them walls into Carnegie Hall.
my mark on bitches like Zorro,
plus fuckin' so def like there won't be no pussy left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it funny,
I about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the that look fine,
pretendin' my prick was Moby Dick and 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,
because it's not just a blow job, honey, an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with
I'll go to a restaurant, bitch, if I wanna eat cats.
Because you be brave to eat the tuna, G.
So when it to pussy-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I be on the sex channel;
not a chump 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 spit out the pit.
And if you're concerned, my don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed ass a perm.
Shucks, I a fuckin' lesson.
You think it's painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your intestines.
you bitches stingin' from the bangin';
my man got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigga's still hangin'.
Bitch, rather hump a fuckin' whole army,
'cause even the Witness Protection couldn't hide this man's salami.
You fuck 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.
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 will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no 'cause I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll that pussy hole apart,
for fuckin' with G Rap dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you kids before 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 Fuck U Man...