Pharoahe Monch — Rape

[Woman screaming] [Verse 1] 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 unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it Grab the drums by the waistline I snatch the kick, kick the snares and 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 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 fucking 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 saying nothing [Chorus] Ain't fucking it right, they ain't fucking it right They ain't fucking it right, they ain't fucking it right They ain't fucking it like me [Verse 2] She had the nerve to take the case to court Knowing I rape for sport Took the stand crying, denying her whole involvement, lying Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop fly? Linen down grinning with my coat over my shoulder sitting Browsing pornography (uh!) The stenographer smiling 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 Examining the jury similar to cracking a safe What happens to bass? It was an instinct I would inhale eighths Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face to taste it To hell with 1980 remixes, fuck disco Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60 Buying a ticket to hell, verbally dicking the 12 down Sound shitty, I knew she used to be gritty Too many impotent emcees in this God-forsaken city [Chorus] Ain't fucking it right, ain't fucking it right They ain't fucking it like me [Pre-Chorus] Consider this, 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 saying nothing [Chorus] Ain't fucking it right, they ain't fucking it right They ain't fucking it right, they ain't fucking it right They ain't fucking it right, they ain't fucking it right They ain't fucking it like me