(woman screaming) I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall Pondering the verses, fondling my ****** Witness 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 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 ****** 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 ******' 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 ******orises exposed On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! That doesn't end til' i stop ******' A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' 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 ass all over my face and taste it To hell wit' 1980 remixes, ****** disco Turned on the 3000, stuck my ****** where the disc go Yokonaz, ripped the ***y mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell Verbally ******in' the 12 down, sound ******tty I knew she used to be gritty Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city Ain't ****** her right, ain't ******' her right Ain't ******' her like...me. Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! That doesn't end til' i stop ******' A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it like...me.
(woman screaming) I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall Pondering the verses, fondling my ****** Witness 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 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 ****** 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 ******' 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 ******orises exposed On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! That doesn't end til' i stop ******' A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' 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 ass all over my face and taste it To hell wit' 1980 remixes, ****** disco Turned on the 3000, stuck my ****** where the disc go Yokonaz, ripped the ***y mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell Verbally ******in' the 12 down, sound ******tty I knew she used to be gritty Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city Ain't ****** her right, ain't ******' her right Ain't ******' her like...me. Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! That doesn't end til' i stop ******' A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right They ain't ******' it like...me.
