Rape Lyrics
| Song | Rape |
| Artist | Pharoahe Monch |
| Album | Internal Affairs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ******' 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 ******' | |
| 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 ****** where the disc go | |
| Yokonaz, ripped the sexy mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell | |
| Verbally ******in' the 12 down, sound ******tty | |
| I knew she used to be gritty | |
| Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city | |
| Ain't ****** her right, ain't ******' her right | |
| Ain't ******' 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 ******' | |
| 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. |
| 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 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 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 ' 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 ' | |
| 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 excop 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 where the disc go | |
| Yokonaz, ripped the sexy mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell | |
| Verbally in' the 12 down, sound tty | |
| I knew she used to be gritty | |
| Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city | |
| Ain' t her right, ain' t ' her right | |
| Ain' t ' 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 ' | |
| 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. |
| 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 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 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 ' 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 ' | |
| 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 excop 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 where the disc go | |
| Yokonaz, ripped the sexy mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell | |
| Verbally in' the 12 down, sound tty | |
| I knew she used to be gritty | |
| Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city | |
| Ain' t her right, ain' t ' her right | |
| Ain' t ' 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 ' | |
| 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. |
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