Rape
(woman screaming
I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wal
Pondering the verse, fondling my ball
Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase i
Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape i
Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches
I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the basslin
Never waste time, I give the verse rabie
Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babie
Maybe I might...switch! Let the witch liv
The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridg
Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresend
When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attack
The instrumental elapses
perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her lif
You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trif
Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groov
For any fader that flies or knobs or button that move
Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises expose
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN
That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin
Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it righ
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it righ
They ain't fuckin' it like...ME
(scratches
She had the nerve to take the case to court
knowin' I rape for spor
Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lyin
Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin
With my coat over my shoulder sittin
Browsin' pornography (uhh!),
the stenographer smilin' the whole tim
While jotting verbal photograph
Her eyes mahogan
I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arterie
Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the fac
Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a saf
What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighth
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste i
To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disc
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc g
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hel
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitt
I knew she used to be prett
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken cit
Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her righ
Ain't fuckin' her like...ME
Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises expose
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN
That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin
Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it righ
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it righ
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it righ
They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.
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