Pharoahe Monch – Rape Lyrics

Produced By: Pharoahe Monch
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[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 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

[Bridge]
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

[Hook]
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


[Verse 2]
She had the nerve to take the case to court knowin I rape for sport
Took the stand cryin denying her whole invovlvement, lying
Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly
Linen down grinning with my coat over my shoulder sitting
Browsing 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
Examining the jury similar to cracking a safe
What happens to bass? It was anistic, 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
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

[Hook (shorter)]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

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