Rape

(woman screaming)

 Im obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
 Pondering the verses, fondling my balls
 Witness a [bad word] who will take rap and chase it
 Through an occupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
 Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)
 I snatch the kick, kick the snares, sodomize the bassline
 Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
 [bad word] on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
 Maybe I might...switch! let the witch live
 The original plan was to kill the [bad word] on the bridge
 Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo
 When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacks
 The instrumental elapses,
 Perhaps thats the only reason that I spared her life
 You could solo my [bad word] vocals and I still get trife
 Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove
 For any fader that flies or [bad word] or button that moves

 Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
 On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
 That doesnt end til I stop [bad word]  million emcees and they aint sayin nuttin

 Aint [bad word] it right, they aint [bad word] it right
 They aint [bad word] it right, they aint [bad word] it right
 They aint [bad word] it like...me.

 (scratches)

 She had the nerve to take the case to court knowin I rape for sport
 Took the stand cryin denying her whole invoving lying
 Why would an ex-cop lie in a  shop, fly linen down grinnin
 With my coat over my shoulder sittin
 Browsin pornography (uhh!), the stenographer smilin the whole time
 While jotting verbal photography
 Her eyes mahogany
 I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries
 Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face
 Examinin the jury similar to crack in a safe
 What happens to bass? it was anistic, I would inhale eighths
 Sniff that, sat her [bad word] all over my face and taste it
 To hell wit 1980 remixes, [bad word] disco
 Turned on the 3000, stuck my [bad word] where the disc go
 Yokonaz, ripped the y mpc 60, buyin a ticket to hell
 Verbally [bad word] the 12 down, sound [bad word]  I knew she used to be gritty
 Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city

 Aint [bad word] her right, aint [bad word] her right
 Aint [bad word] her like...me.

 Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
 On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
 That doesnt end til I stop [bad word]  million emcees and they aint sayin nuttin

 Aint [bad word] it right, they aint [bad word] it right
 They aint [bad word] it right, they aint [bad word] it right
 They aint [bad word] it right, they aint [bad word] it right
 They aint [bad word] it like...me.