Total Eclipse - Rape lyrics

[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