Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo Fuck u man Lyrics:
[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" begins]
("Can ya dig it honey...?")

Since I made the record "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with their friends for a
nigga to hit the skins. Hopin' the Kool G Rap was
just makin' rhymes, but I'm leavin' bitches'
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 nigga fed. But
come on you bitches, don't make me laugh; you
couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a
motherfuckin' giraffe. Dag, some even fled when
they saw the head, cuz G's dick would make you
seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed. Don't try to
paly me like no sucker, cuz these bitches'll be
callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
You heard the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train while I write
graffiti." I'll even fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box
of maxi-pads. Soon as you open your legs, no need
for no birth control, bitch, cuz my dick is
touchin' the eggs. Kool G Rap, the pussy slammer;
hell, I'd be talkin' fucked 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
bitches like Zorro, plus fuckin' bitches so def
like there won't be no pussy 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
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of a time. Now I'm not a deep-sea diver, but I
love it when my dick's covered and smothered with
saliva. Shit, might even straighten out your
dentures, because it's not just a blow job, honey,
it's an adventure. But 69, and I ain't with that:
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, bitch, if I wanna
eat cats. Because you gotta be brave to eat the
tuna, G. So when it comes to pussy-lickin', I'm
the chicken of the sea. I should be on the sex
channel; not a chump cuz I'm givin' punk-bitches
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 fuckin' pit. And if you're concerned,
my sperm don't burn, and if it did, I'd give that
nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm. Shucks, I
instruct a fuckin' lesson. You think it's
painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large
intestines. Leavin' you bitches stingin' from the
bangin'; my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but
yo, that nigga's still hangin'. Bitch, you'd
rather hump a fuckin' whole army, cuz even the
Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this
man's salami. You fuck around and catch a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under
anesthesia. Lettin' saliva dribble on your nipple,
orgasms double and triple sit ripple and turn your
ass 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
fuckin' naked girls with fly rhymes, but don't
push me, because that pussy will be runnin' for
it's nine lives. I know you hookers can't refuse
this, but dont' pick me to give no hickeys cuz I'm
givin' bitches bruises. Yeah, I'll tear that pussy
hole apart, for fuckin' with G Rap after dark,
you'd rather jog in Central Park. So if you want
kids before I fuck ya, look at the size of my
dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers. Shit,
bitches get open like a can; just leave it up to G
Rap, cuz I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...
Lyrics: Fuck u man, Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo [end]