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M.O.P.

"Rape"

[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*gga 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 bassline
Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
c*m 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 b*tch 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*cking 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

[Pre-Chorus]
Consider this, the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin
That doesn't end 'til I stop f*ckin'
A million emcees and they ain't saying nothing

[Chorus]
Ain't f*cking it right, they ain't f*cking it right
They ain't f*cking it right, they ain't f*cking it right
They ain't f*cking 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 sex shop fly?
Linen down grinning with my coat over my shoulder sitting
Browsing pornography (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 bass? It was an instinct
I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face to taste it
To hell with 1980 remixes, f*ck disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my di*k where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60
Buying a ticket to hell, verbally di*king the 12 down
Sound sh*tty, I knew she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God-forsaken city

[Chorus]
Ain't f*cking it right, ain't f*cking it right
They ain't f*cking it like me

[Pre-Chorus]
Consider this, loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin
That doesn't end 'til I stop f*ckin'
A million emcees and they ain't saying nothing

[Chorus]
Ain't f*cking it right, they ain't f*cking it right
They ain't f*cking it right, they ain't f*cking it right
They ain't f*cking it right, they ain't f*cking it right
They ain't f*cking it like me

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