Rape Lyrics

Rape lyrics

(woman screaming)

I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat
in my room on the wall
Pondering the verses, fondling my balls
Witness a
nigga 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
Cum 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 bitch on the bridge
Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the
cresendo
When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacks
The instrumental
elapses,
perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
You could
solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife
Slice the rhythm...disfigure
the face of the groove
For any fader that flies or knobs 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 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 right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they
ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' 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 sex 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 ass all over my
face and taste it
To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco
Turned on the
3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60,
buyin' a ticket to hell
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty
I knew
she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken
city

Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right
Ain't fuckin'
her like...ME.

Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises
exposed
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 right
They ain't
fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right,
they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.