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(woman screaming) |
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I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall |
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Pondering the verses, fondling my ****** |
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Witness a ****** who will take rap and chase it |
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Through an occupied dimly lit staircases and rape it |
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Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches) |
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I snatch the kick, kick the snares, sodomize the bassline |
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Never waste time, i give the verse rabies |
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Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies |
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Maybe i might...switch! let the witch live |
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The original plan was to kill the ****** on the bridge |
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Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo |
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When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacks |
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The instrumental elapses, |
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Perhaps that's the only reason that i spared her life |
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You could solo my ******' vocals and i still get trife |
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Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove |
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For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves |
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Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed |
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On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! |
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That doesn't end til' i stop ******' |
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A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' |
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Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right |
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They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right |
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They ain't ******' it like...me. |
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(scratches) |
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She had the nerve to take the case to court knowin' i rape for sport |
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Took the stand cryin' denying her whole invoving lying |
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Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin' |
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With my coat over my shoulder sittin' |
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Browsin' pornography (uhh!), the stenographer smilin' the whole time |
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While jotting verbal photography |
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Her eyes mahogany |
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I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries |
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Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face |
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Examinin' the jury similar to crack in a safe |
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What happens to bass? it was anistic, i would inhale eighths |
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Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it |
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To hell wit' 1980 remixes, ****** disco |
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Turned on the 3000, stuck my ****** where the disc go |
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Yokonaz, ripped the sexy mpc 60, buyin' a ticket to hell |
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Verbally ******in' the 12 down, sound ******tty |
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I knew she used to be gritty |
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Too many impotent emcees in this god forsaken city |
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Ain't ****** her right, ain't ******' her right |
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Ain't ******' her like...me. |
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Consider this: the loops are similar to ******orises exposed |
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On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin! |
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That doesn't end til' i stop ******' |
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A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' |
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Ain't ****** it right, they ain't ******' it right |
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They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right |
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They ain't ******' it right, they ain't ******' it right |
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They ain't ******' it like...me. |