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[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the record "Talk 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 leavin' bitches' vaginas more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the to try to give me head,
and the whole jimmy to make a nigga fed.
But come on you bitches, make me laugh;
you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a giraffe.
Dag, some even when they saw the head,
'cause G's would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
try to paly me like no sucker,
'cause these bitches'll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress a motherfucker.
You the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll you on the A-train while I write graffiti."
I'll even 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 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 small, I'll have you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar into Carnegie Hall.
my mark on bitches like Zorro,
plus fuckin' bitches so def like there be no pussy left tomorrow.
hoes like it ain't funny,
I about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women 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 covered and with saliva.
Shit, might even straighten out dentures,
because it's not just a blow job, honey, an adventure.
But 69, and I with 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 comes to pussy-lickin', I'm the of the sea.
I be on the sex channel;
not a chump 'cause I'm punk-bitches better humps than camels.
If a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my pop the cherry and spit 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 instruct a 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, you'd rather hump a whole army,
'cause even the Witness Protection couldn't hide this man's salami.
You fuck around and a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva on your nipple,
orgasms double and triple sip ripple and turn your ass 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 Three Sons, I got the Dick out the Van Dyke.
I'm fuckin' naked with 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 no hickeys '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,
look at the 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...