Love Poetry

Can you hear me? yeah wassup How's that sound? here's the track There it is... Ahhhhhh, yeah, hey fellas (wassup) Set it off with a little slow jam (right on, the extra smooth cassanova) Check this out... Girl, if you were a newspaper (ahhhhhhh) Then I would be your ink (that sounds nice) If you were a piece of doo doo Then I would be your stink We go together like Abbott and Costello Bill Cosby and Jello (j-e-l-l-o) If you were a face, and love was a fight Then I would rearrange you, oh yes I just might Baby you look luscious, let me lick you like a dum dum Just let me get to know you, and show you where I come from I'm rugged like Diesel, pocket like a weasel I would be acrylics, and you would be my easel I'm a remote control and you're my favorite channel I wanna dig you like a mole and hump you like a camel And then commence to suckin out all your tooth enamel... Mr Love baby (get the novacaine ready) Tell em what you got to say (yo check it, I like this part coming up) Ahhhh yeah..... Baby, I am Joe Blow, the loverman You should be payin me.... True, where's my money ho... It's the pimp daddy of them all, check it