Rape Lyrics - Internal Affairs - Pharoahe Monch

(woman screaming) 

I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall 

Pondering the verse, fondling my balls 

Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it 

Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it 

Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches) 

I snatch the kick, kick the snare, 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 bitch 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 fuckin' 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 clitorises exposed 

On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN! 

That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin' 

A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' 

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Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right 

They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right 

They ain't fuckin' 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 involvement, 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 cracking 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, fuck 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 shitty 

I knew she used to be pretty 

Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city 

Photos 

Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right 

Ain't fuckin' her like... ME. 

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 fuckin' 

A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin' 

Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right 

They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right 

They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right 

They ain't fuckin' it like... ME.