[00:06.51](woman screaming)
[00:09.21]I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
[00:12.87]Pondering the verses, fondling my ******
[00:15.69]Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
[00:17.88]Through an occupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
[00:20.19]Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)
[00:22.65]I snatch the kick, kick the snares, sodomize the bassline
[00:25.80]Never waste time, i give the verse rabies
[00:28.08]Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
[00:30.60]Maybe i might...switch!　let the witch live
[00:33.21]The original plan was to kill the nigga on the bridge
[00:35.76]Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo
[00:38.43]When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacks
[00:41.94]The instrumental elapses,
[00:43.44]Perhaps that's the only reason that i spared her life
[00:45.93]You could solo my mother****in vocals and i still get trife
[00:48.57]Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove
[00:51.12]For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves
[00:53.61]Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed
[00:57.06]On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
[00:59.46]That doesn't end til' i stop ****ing
[01:01.59]A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
[01:04.02]Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right
[01:07.14]They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right
[01:09.72]They ain't ******' it like...me.
[01:19.47](scratches)
[01:21.93]She had the nerve to take the case to court knowin' i rape for sport
[01:25.02]Took the stand cryin' denying her whole invoving lying
[01:27.78]Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'
[01:30.96]With my coat over my shoulder sittin'
[01:32.79]Browsin' pornography (uhh!), the stenographer smilin' the whole time
[01:36.21]While jotting verbal photography
[01:38.07]Her eyes mahogany
[01:39.36]I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries
[01:42.96]Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face
[01:45.30]Examinin' the jury similar to crack in a safe
[01:47.85]What happens to bass?　it was anistic, i would inhale eighths
[01:50.49]Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it
[01:53.40]To hell wit' 1980 remixes, **** disco
[01:55.83]Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
[01:58.35]Yokonaz, ripped the sexy mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
[02:02.04]Verbally ****ing the 12 down, sound shitty
[02:04.50]I knew she used to be gritty
[02:05.94]Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city
[02:08.61]Ain't ****ing her right, ain't ****ing her right
[02:11.10]Ain't ****ing her like...me.
[02:13.44]Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed
[02:16.98]On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
[02:19.35]That doesn't end til' i stop ****ing
[02:21.60]A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
[02:23.97]Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right
[02:25.77]They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right
[02:29.61]They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right
[02:32.19]They ain't ******' it like...me.

(woman screaming)
I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
Pondering the verses, fondling my ******
Witness a nigga 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 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 nigga 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 mother****in 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
Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
That doesn't end til' i stop ****ing
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right
They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right
They ain't ******' 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 sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'
With my coat over my shoulder sittin'
Browsin' 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
Examinin' the jury similar to crack in a safe
What happens to bass?　it was anistic, i would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it
To hell wit' 1980 remixes, **** disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
Verbally ****ing the 12 down, sound shitty
I knew she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city
Ain't ****ing her right, ain't ****ing her right
Ain't ****ing her like...me.
Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
That doesn't end til' i stop ****ing
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right
They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right
They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right
They ain't ******' it like...me.