pharoahe monch - rape lyrics
i’m obsessed with multiple nude photographs
of the beat in my room on the wall
ponderin’ the verses, fondlin’ my b-lls and
witness a n-gg- who will take rap and chase it
through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
grab the drums by the waistline
i sn-tch the kick, kick the snares and sodomize the b-ss line
never waste time, i give the verse rabies
c-m 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 b-tch 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 f-ckin’ vocals and i still get trife
slice the rhythm, disfigure the face of the groove
for any fader that flies or kn-bs or b-tton that moves
consider this, the loops are similar to cl-torises exposed
on your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin
that doesn’t end ’til i stop f-ckin’
a million emcees and they ain’t sayin’ nuttin’
ain’t f-ckin’ it right, they ain’t f-ckin’ it right
they ain’t f-ckin’ it right, they ain’t f-ckin’ it right
they ain’t f-ckin’ it like me
yes, yes
she had the nerve to take the case to court
knowin’ i rape for sport, took the stand cryin’
denyin’ her whole involvement lyin’
why would an ex-cop lie in a s-x shop, fly linen down grinnin’
with my coat over my shoulder sittin’
browsin’ p-rnography, the stenographer smilin’
the whole time while jottin’ 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 crackin’ a safe
what happens to b-ss? it was anistic, i would inhale eighths
sniff that, sat her -ss all over my face to taste it
to h-ll with 1980 remixes, f-ck disco
turned on the 3000, stuck my d-ck where the disc go
yokonaz, ripped the s-xy mpc 60, buyin’ a ticket to h-ll
verbally d-ckin’ the 12 down, sound sh-tty
i knew she used to be gritty
too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city
ain’t f-ckin’ her right, ain’t f-ckin’ her right
ain’t f-ckin’ her like me
consider this
(what?)
loops are similar to cl-torises exposed
on your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin
that doesn’t end ’til i stop f-ckin’
a million emcees and they ain’t sayin’ nuttin’
ain’t f-ckin’ it right, they ain’t f-ckin’ it right
they ain’t f-ckin’ it right, they ain’t f-ckin’ it right
they ain’t f-ckin’ it right, they ain’t f-ckin’ it right
they ain’t f-ckin’ it like me
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