(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 n***a 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 ba**line
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 k** the b**h 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 f**in' vocals and i still get trife
Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove
For any fader that flies or knobs or bu*ton that moves
Consider this: the loops are similar to cli*orises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
That doesn't end til' i stop f**in'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't f**in it right, they ain't f**in' it right
They ain't f**in' it right, they ain't f**in' it right
They ain't f**in' 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 s** shop, fly linen down grinnin'
With my coat over my shoulder sittin'
Browsin' p**nography (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 ba**? it was anistic, i would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her a** all over my face and taste it
To hell wit' 1980 remixes, f** disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the s**y mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound sh**ty
I knew she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city
Ain't f**in her right, ain't f**in' her right
Ain't f**in' her like...me.
Consider this: the loops are similar to cli*orises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
That doesn't end til' i stop f**in'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't f**in it right, they ain't f**in' it right
They ain't f**in' it right, they ain't f**in' it right
They ain't f**in' it right, they ain't f**in' it right
They ain't f**in' it like...me.