[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 n***a 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 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 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 f**ing 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
[Pre-Chorus]
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 saying nothing
[Chorus]
Ain't f**ing it right, they ain't f**ing it right
They ain't f**ing it right, they ain't f**ing it right
They ain't f**ing 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 s** shop fly?
Linen down grinning with my coat over my shoulder sitting
Browsing p**nography (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 ba**? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her a** all over my face to taste it
To hell with 1980 remixes, f** disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the s**y MPC 60
Buying a ticket to hell, verbally dicking the 12 down
Sound sh**ty, I knew she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God-forsaken city
[Chorus]
Ain't f**ing it right, ain't f**ing it right
They ain't f**ing it like me
[Pre-Chorus]
Consider this, 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 saying nothing
[Chorus]
Ain't f**ing it right, they ain't f**ing it right
They ain't f**ing it right, they ain't f**ing it right
They ain't f**ing it right, they ain't f**ing it right
They ain't f**ing it like me