Rape

[Woman screaming] [Verse 1] 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 unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it Grab the drums by the waistline I snatch the kick, kick the snares and 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 crescendo When my innuendos elapse - my mental window 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 [Bridge] 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 saying nothing [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] She had the nerve to take the case to court knowin I rape for sport Took the stand cryin denying her whole invovlvement, lying Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly Linen down grinning with my coat over my shoulder sitting Browsing 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 Examining the jury similar to cracking a safe What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face to taste it To hell with 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 [Hook (shorter)] [Bridge] [Hook]