Erotic Poetry Esham

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[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