Pharoahe Monch - 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 n***a 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 ba**line 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 k** the b**h 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 f**in' vocals and i still get trife Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove For any fader that flies or knobs or bu*ton that moves Consider this: the loops are similar to cli*orises exposed On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! That doesn't end til' i stop f**in' A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' Ain't f**in it right, they ain't f**in' it right They ain't f**in' it right, they ain't f**in' it right They ain't f**in' 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 s** shop, fly linen down grinnin' With my coat over my shoulder sittin' Browsin' p**nography (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 ba**? it was anistic, i would inhale eighths Sniff that, sat her a** all over my face and taste it To hell wit' 1980 remixes, f** disco Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go Yokonaz, ripped the s**y mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound sh**ty I knew she used to be gritty Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city Ain't f**in her right, ain't f**in' her right Ain't f**in' her like...me. Consider this: the loops are similar to cli*orises exposed On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! That doesn't end til' i stop f**in' A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' Ain't f**in it right, they ain't f**in' it right They ain't f**in' it right, they ain't f**in' it right They ain't f**in' it right, they ain't f**in' it right They ain't f**in' it like...me.