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