(woman screaming)
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I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
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Pondering the verse, fondling my balls
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Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
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Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it
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Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)
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I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline
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Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
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Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
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Maybe I might...switch! Let the witch live
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The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge
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Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo
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When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacks
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The instrumental elapses,
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perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
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You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife
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Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove
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For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves
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Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
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On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
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That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'
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A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
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Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
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They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
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They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.
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(scratches)
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She had the nerve to take the case to court
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knowin' I rape for sport
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Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying
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Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'
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With my coat over my shoulder sittin'
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Browsin' pornography (uhh!),
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the stenographer smilin' the whole time
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While jotting verbal photography
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Her eyes mahogany
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I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries
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Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face
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Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe
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What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
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Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it
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To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco
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Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
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Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
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Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty
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I knew she used to be pretty
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Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city
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Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right
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Ain't fuckin' her like...ME.
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Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
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On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
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That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'
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A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
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Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
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They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
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They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
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They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.
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Rape
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| Pharoahe Monch |
