Erotic Poetry

Lyrics

Yo, check this out... [Verse 1] Now some people say that I'm too nasty The ones that don't know, I say, "Yeah", when they ask me The freakiest brother on the planet Sometimes I don't even understand it, God damn it Young ladies, young bitches, young hoes Mack on your ho, it's how it goes So here goes nothing, all ya'll hoes know what time it is You know my dick, so you know what kind of rhyme it is I get ill on the mic, but still I don't like [?], but like the Real Feel I'm not Luther Vandross or Freddie Jackson Some freaks be askin', why I be taxin' I don't know, that's the kind of brother I am If your father don't think I'm going to fuck you tell your mother I am I'm the freaky-deak brother on the give it up tip For those who know of me, this is erotic poetry [Verse 2] 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 kind of poetry to make you wanna get with me All the hoes say "Please 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 love songs 'cause I don't do that And if I bust a wack rap like that You'll say, "Who's that?" So won't the hoes admit it I let the rhythm hit them and they loved the way I did them I get freak bones, bust nuts on G-bones Hoes give the jaw bone when we're all alone So I don't understand when you say I'm a nasty man You should be saying nasty ho 'cause I like to do it slow So I like to hit you like a man would I like to fuck, I like to fuck it like a man should, yo This goes out to the hoes who know of me Trashy, but still classy, erotic poetry [Verse 3] Now when I say bitch or ho I don't mean no disrespect But the name Esham you'll never forget So all you hoes gather 'round while I break it down Esham's in the house and I'm the talk of the town Now some hoes think I exaggerate with the ink But if you stop and think, how do I know your pussy's pink I've got a dirty mind and I love hoes But my idea of love is different from yours And my love goes wham, bam, thank you, ma'am When you wake up I'm gone and all you can say is, "Damn!" He love me like, he love me like, he love me like no other And when I left your crib, I went to go and fuck your mother I'll do anything to please you Anything you want me to do, just ask, and I'll eat you This goes out to those that know of me Trashy, but still classy, erotic poetry [Verse 4] Now I've got game like Parker Brothers Play Monopoly on top of me, while we do each other Roll a dice on your chest, I hit seven, I won By the time I roll eleven, I bet you'll cum When you get past go, you'll get a fuck free card And a guarantee that all night the dick will stay hard Just for you, run back, side to side 'Til you cum 'til you can't cum no more, from inside If you say I'm nasty, you hoes should grow up 'Cause I'll do things to you that will make the average man throw up Like push the bush and cut the grass with the mower Lick it up high, then lick it down lower A shame, ain't no shame to my game 'Cause you only live once and telling lies is lame So I'll be mean to the people who know of me Still getting pussy from the ladies, singing erotic poetry