MOG

They ain't fuckin' it like me
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin

Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
Ain't fuckin' her right, ain't fuckin' her right
Denyin' her whole involvement lyin'
With my coat over my shoulder sittin'

When my innuendos elapse, my mental window attacks
To hell with 1980 remixes, fuck disco
Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'
Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
Ponderin' the verses, fondlin' my balls and
What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
I knew she used to be gritty
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
That doesn't end 'til I stop fuckin'

Loops are similar to clitorises exposed
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'

Ain't fuckin' her like me
Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
Bludgeoned with slashed arteries
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right

Through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
She had the nerve to take the case to court

You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife
Her eyes mahogany, I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face to taste it
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty

Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the crescendo
Ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge
For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves
Grab the drums by the waistline
The instrumental elapses
Examinin' the jury similar to crackin' a safe

The whole time while jottin' verbal photography
Ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
Yes, yes
(What?)
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
I snatch the kick, kick the snares and sodomize the bass line
Maybe I might switch, let the witch live

Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go

Consider this
Knowin' I rape for sport, took the stand cryin'
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
That doesn't end 'til I stop fuckin'
Slice the rhythm, disfigure the face of the groove
Consider this, the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city
Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin

Browsin' pornography, the stenographer smilin'