Trackmasters - f** U Man lyrics

[Verse] Since I made the record "Talk Like Sex," b**hes are comin' up with their friends for a n***a to hit the skins Hopin' that Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes But I'm leavin' b**hes' 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 n***a fed But come on you b**hes, don't make me laugh; You couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a motherf**in' giraffe Dag, some even fled when they saw the head Cuz G's dick would make you seasick f**in' me in a waterbed Don't try to play me like no s**er Cuz these b**hes'll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherf**er You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me "I'll f** you on the A-train while I write graffiti." I'll even f** you in a taxi cab And after s** with a n***a you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads Soon as you open your legs No need for no birth control, b**h, cuz my dick is touchin' the eggs Kool G Rap, the p**y slammer Hell, I'd be talkin' f**ed 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 hookers like Zorro Plus f**in' b**hes so def like there won't be no p**y 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 sh**, might even straighten out your dentures Because it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure But 69in', I ain't with that: I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, b**h, if I wanna eat cats Because you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, G So when it comes to p**y-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea I should be on the s** channel; Not a chump cuz I'm givin' punk-b**hes 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 f**in' pit And if you're concerned, my s**m don't burn And if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed a** a f**in' perm Shucks, I instruct a f**in' lesson You think it's painless? I hit the an*s and f** up your large intestines Leavin' you b**hes stingin' from the bangin' My man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that n***a's still hangin' b**h, you'd rather hump a f**in' whole army Cuz even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami You f** around and catch a seizure Before I f** a ho I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple Orgasms double and triple sit ripple and turn your a** 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 f**in' naked girls with fly rhymes But don't push me, because that p**y will be runnin' for it's nine lives I know you hookers can't refuse this But don't pick me to give no hickeys cuz I'm givin' b**hes bruises Yeah, I'll tear that p**y hole apart For f**in' with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park So if you want kids before I f** ya Look at the size of my dick, and you'll adopt the motherf**ers sh**, b**hes get open like a can; Just leave it up to G Rap, cuz I'm the neighborhood f** U Man