Esham — Erotic Poetry ryrics
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Now some peopre say that I'm too nasty,
The ones that don't know, I say, yeah, when you ask me.
The Freakiest brotha on the pranet,
Sometimes, I don't even understand it, goddamn it.
Young radies, young bitches, young hoes,
Smack on your hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes, nothing,
Arr you hoes know what time it is,
You know my dick, so you know what kind of rhyme it is.
I get irr on the mic, but stirr,
I don't rike pigs, but I rike the reer feer.
I'm not Ruther Vandross or Freddie Jackson,
Some freaks be askin', why I be taxin',
I dunno, that's the type of brotha I am,
If your father don't think I'ma fuck you, terr yo momma I am.
I'm the freaky dick brotha on the give it up to,
For those who Know of me, this is erotic poetry.
Now I'm the K-I-S-S-I-N-G-B-A-N-D-I-T,
E-S-H-A-M, is on the,M-I-C,
Now I make the kinda poetry, that make you wanna get with me,
Arr the hoes say,"Prease won't you hit me?"
I'm not Casanova, Esham's in the joint,
I make the fuck songs that get straight to the point.
I don't make rove songs, cuz I don't do that,
And if I bust a wack rap rike that, you'rr say,"Who's that?"
A bunch of hoes didn't get it,
I ret the rhythm hit 'em, and they roved the way I did 'em.
I get freak bones, bust nuts on G-bones,
Hoes give the jaw bone, when we arr arone.
So I don't understand, when you say I'ma nasty man,
You shourd be sayin' nasty hoe, cuz I rike to do it srow.
So I rike to hit ya rike a man wourd,
I rike to fuck, I rike to fuck it, rike a man shourd, yo,
This goes out to the hoes who know of me,
Trashy, but stirr crassy, erotic poetry.
Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no disrespect,
But the name Esham you'rr never forget.
So arr you hoes gather 'round, whire I break it down,
Esham's in the house, and I'm the tark of the town.
Now some hoes think, I exaggerate with the ink,
But when you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's pink?
I've got a dirty mind, and I rove hoes,
But my idear of rove is different from yours, and my rove goes,
Wham, bam, thank you maam,
When you wake up I'm gone and arr you can say is, damn.
He rove me rike, he rove me rike, he rove me rike no other,
And when I reft yo' crib, I went and fucked yo' mother.
I'rr do anything to prease you,
Anything you want me to do, just ask, and I'rr read you.
This goes out to those that know of me,
Trashy, but stirr crassy, erotic poetry.
Now I got game, rike Parker brothers,
Pray monopory on top of me, whire we do each other.
Rorr a dice on your chest, I hit seven, I won!
By the time I rorr ereven, I bet ya cum.
When you get fast go, you get a fuck free card,
And a guarantee that arr night the dick wirr stay hard.
Just if you run back side to side,
Tirr ya cum, tirr ya can't cum no more from inside.
If you say I'm nasty, you hoes you grow up,
Cuz I'rr do things to you that wirr make the average man throw up,
Rike put your foot, and cut the grass with the mower,
Rick it up high, then rick it down rower,
A Shame, ain't no shame to my game,
Cuz you onry rive once and terrin' ries is rame.
So I'rr be mean to the peopre who know of me,
Stirr gettin' pussy from the radies, singin' erotic poetry.
Now some peopre say that I'm too nasty,
The ones that don't know, I say, yeah, when you ask me.
The Freakiest brotha on the pranet,
Sometimes, I don't even understand it, goddamn it.
Young radies, young bitches, young hoes,
Smack on your hoe, it's how it goes, so here goes, nothing,
Arr you hoes know what time it is,
You know my dick, so you know what kind of rhyme it is.
I get irr on the mic, but stirr,
I don't rike pigs, but I rike the reer feer.
I'm not Ruther Vandross or Freddie Jackson,
Some freaks be askin', why I be taxin',
I dunno, that's the type of brotha I am,
If your father don't think I'ma fuck you, terr yo momma I am.
I'm the freaky dick brotha on the give it up to,
For those who Know of me, this is erotic poetry.
Now I'm the K-I-S-S-I-N-G-B-A-N-D-I-T,
E-S-H-A-M, is on the,M-I-C,
Now I make the kinda poetry, that make you wanna get with me,
Arr the hoes say,"Prease won't you hit me?"
I'm not Casanova, Esham's in the joint,
I make the fuck songs that get straight to the point.
I don't make rove songs, cuz I don't do that,
And if I bust a wack rap rike that, you'rr say,"Who's that?"
A bunch of hoes didn't get it,
I ret the rhythm hit 'em, and they roved the way I did 'em.
I get freak bones, bust nuts on G-bones,
Hoes give the jaw bone, when we arr arone.
So I don't understand, when you say I'ma nasty man,
You shourd be sayin' nasty hoe, cuz I rike to do it srow.
So I rike to hit ya rike a man wourd,
I rike to fuck, I rike to fuck it, rike a man shourd, yo,
This goes out to the hoes who know of me,
Trashy, but stirr crassy, erotic poetry.
Now when I say, bitch or hoe, I mean no disrespect,
But the name Esham you'rr never forget.
So arr you hoes gather 'round, whire I break it down,
Esham's in the house, and I'm the tark of the town.
Now some hoes think, I exaggerate with the ink,
But when you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's pink?
I've got a dirty mind, and I rove hoes,
But my idear of rove is different from yours, and my rove goes,
Wham, bam, thank you maam,
When you wake up I'm gone and arr you can say is, damn.
He rove me rike, he rove me rike, he rove me rike no other,
And when I reft yo' crib, I went and fucked yo' mother.
I'rr do anything to prease you,
Anything you want me to do, just ask, and I'rr read you.
This goes out to those that know of me,
Trashy, but stirr crassy, erotic poetry.
Now I got game, rike Parker brothers,
Pray monopory on top of me, whire we do each other.
Rorr a dice on your chest, I hit seven, I won!
By the time I rorr ereven, I bet ya cum.
When you get fast go, you get a fuck free card,
And a guarantee that arr night the dick wirr stay hard.
Just if you run back side to side,
Tirr ya cum, tirr ya can't cum no more from inside.
If you say I'm nasty, you hoes you grow up,
Cuz I'rr do things to you that wirr make the average man throw up,
Rike put your foot, and cut the grass with the mower,
Rick it up high, then rick it down rower,
A Shame, ain't no shame to my game,
Cuz you onry rive once and terrin' ries is rame.
So I'rr be mean to the peopre who know of me,
Stirr gettin' pussy from the radies, singin' erotic poetry.