Rape lyrics

Artist  : Pharoahe Monch 
Song : Rape



 Send "Rape" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

(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 nigga 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 bitch
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 fuckin'
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 clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a
vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't end til' I
stop fuckin'
A million emcees and they ain't
sayin' nuttin'

Ain't fuckin it right, they
ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it
right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't
fuckin' 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 sex 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, fuck disco
Turned on
the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc
go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a
ticket to hell
Verbally dickin' the 12 down,
sound shitty
I knew she used to be
gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God
forsaken city

Ain't fuckin her right,
ain't fuckin' her right
Ain't fuckin' her
like...ME.

Consider this: the loops are
similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is
a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't
end til' I stop fuckin'
A million emcees and
they ain't sayin' nuttin'

Ain't fuckin it
right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't
fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it
right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't
fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it
like...ME.