Pharoahe Monch - Rape Lyrics
(woman screaming)Im obsessed with multiple ***** photographs of the beat in my room on the wallPondering the verses, fondling my ballsWitness a nigga who will take rap and chase itThrough an occupied dimly lit staircases and rape itGrab the drums by the waistline (scratches)I snatch the kick, kick the snares, sodomize the basslineNever waste time, I give the verse rabiesCum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babiesMaybe I might...switch! let the witch liveThe original plan was to kill the ***** on the bridgeDitch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendoWhen my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacksThe instrumental elapses,Perhaps thats the only reason that I spared her lifeYou could solo my *****in vocals and I still get trifeSlice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the grooveFor any fader that flies or knobs or button that movesConsider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposedOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!That doesnt end til I stop *****inA million emcees and they aint sayin nuttinAint *****in it right, they aint *****in it rightThey aint *****in it right, they aint *****in it rightThey aint *****in it like...me.(scratches)She had the nerve to take the case to court knowin I rape for sportTook the stand cryin denying her whole invoving lyingWhy would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinninWith my coat over my shoulder sittinBrowsin pornography (uhh!), the stenographer smilin the whole timeWhile jotting verbal photographyHer eyes mahoganyI flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteriesPardon me, back to the case, slap in the faceExaminin the jury similar to crack in a safeWhat happens to bass? it was anistic, I would inhale eighthsSniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste itTo hell wit 1980 remixes, ***** discoTurned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc goYokonaz, ripped the sexy mpc 60, buyin a ticket to hellVerbally dickin the 12 down, sound shittyI knew she used to be grittyToo many impotent emcees in this God forsaken cityAint *****in her right, aint *****in her rightAint *****in her like...me.Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposedOn your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!That doesnt end til I stop *****inA million emcees and they aint sayin nuttinAint *****in it right, they aint *****in it rightThey aint *****in it right, they aint *****in it rightThey aint *****in it right, they aint *****in it rightThey aint *****in it like...me.
