[woman screams]

I'm obsessed

with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
Pondering the verses, fondling my balls and
Witness a ^!$$% who will take rap and chase it

Through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
Grab the drums by the waistline {*DJ scratch*}
I snatch the kick, kick the snares and 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 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 $#&@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 $#&@in
A million emcees and they ain't sayin nuttin


Ain't $#&@in it right, they ain't $#&@in it right
They ain't $#&@in it right, they ain't $#&@in it right

They ain't $#&@in it like... ME

[DJ scratch] "Yesss! Yesss!"


She had the nerve to take the case to court, knowin I rape for sport
Took the stand cryin denying her whole invovlvement lying

Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin
with my coat over my shoulder sittin
Browsin !@$^ography (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 crackin a safe

What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her $$# all over my face to taste it
To hell with 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 dickin the 12 down, sound %#@!ty

I knew she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city


Ain't $#&@in her right, ain't $#&@in her right
Ain't $#&@in her like... ME


Consider this (what?) Loops are similar to !@$%orises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't end 'til I stop $#&@in

A million emcees and they ain't sayin nuttin

Ain't $#&@in it right, they ain't $#&@in it right

They ain't $#&@in it right, they ain't $#&@in it right
They ain't $#&@in it right, they ain't $#&@in it right
They ain't $#&@in it like... ME