| Now some people say that I’m too nasty,
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| The ones that don’t know, I say, yeah, when you ask me.
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| The Freakiest brotha on the planet,
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| Sometimes, I don’t even understand it, goddamn it.
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| Young ladies, young bitches, young hoes,
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| Smack on your hoe, it’s how it goes, so here goes, nothing,
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| All you hoes know what time it is,
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| You know my dick, so you know what kind of rhyme it is.
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| I get ill on the mic, but still,
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| I don’t like pigs, but I like the reel feel.
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| I’m not Luther Vandross or Freddie Jackson,
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| Some freaks be askin', why I be taxin',
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| I dunno, that’s the type of brotha I am,
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| If your father don’t think I’ma fuck you, tell yo momma I am.
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| I’m the freaky dick brotha on the give it up to,
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| For those who Know of me, this is erotic poetry.
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| Now I’m the K-I-S-S-I-N-G-B-A-N-D-I-T,
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| E-S-H-A-M, is on the, M-I-C,
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| Now I make the kinda poetry, that make you wanna get with me,
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| All the hoes say, Please won’t you hit me?
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| I’m not Casanova, Esham’s in the joint,
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| I make the fuck songs that get straight to the point.
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| I don’t make love songs, cuz I don’t do that,
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| And if I bust a wack rap like that, you’ll say, Who's that?
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| A bunch of hoes didn’t get it,
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| I let the rhythm hit 'em, and they loved the way I did 'em.
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| I get freak bones, bust nuts on G-bones,
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| Hoes give the jaw bone, when we all alone.
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| So I don’t understand, when you say I’ma nasty man,
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| You should be sayin’nasty hoe, cuz I like to do it slow.
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| So I like to hit ya like a man would,
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| I like to fuck, I like to fuck it, like a man should, yo,
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| This goes out to the hoes who know of me,
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| Trashy, but still classy, erotic poetry.
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| Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no disrespect,
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| But the name Esham you’ll never forget.
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| So all you hoes gather 'round, while I break it down,
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| Esham’s in the house, and I’m the talk of the town.
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| Now some hoes think, I exaggerate with the ink,
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| But when you stop and think, how do I know your pussy’s pink?
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| I’ve got a dirty mind, and I love hoes,
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| But my ideal of love is different from yours, and my love goes,
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| Wham, bam, thank you maam,
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| When you wake up I’m gone and all you can say is, damn.
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| He love me like, he love me like, he love me like no other,
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| And when I left yo’crib, I went and fucked yo’mother.
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| I’ll do anything to please you,
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| Anything you want me to do, just ask, and I’ll lead you.
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| This goes out to those that know of me,
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| Trashy, but still classy, erotic poetry.
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| Now I got game, like Parker brothers,
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| Play monopoly on top of me, while we do each other.
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| Roll a dice on your chest, I hit seven, I won!
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| By the time I roll eleven, I bet ya cum.
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| When you get fast go, you get a fuck free card,
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| And a guarantee that all night the dick will stay hard.
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| Just if you run back side to side,
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| Till ya cum, till ya can’t cum no more from inside.
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| If you say I’m nasty, you hoes you grow up,
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| Cuz I’ll do things to you that will make the average man throw up,
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| Like put your foot, and cut the grass with the mower,
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| Lick it up high, then lick it down lower,
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| A Shame, ain’t no shame to my game,
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| Cuz you only live once and tellin’lies is lame.
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| So I’ll be mean to the people who know of me,
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| Still gettin’pussy from the ladies, singin’erotic poetry. |