Texty:
Hole The Only Rape I Know

see me in the hood It's 'cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing those sirens I'm still getting chased by those lights Only

I can bust him in half Sit back and laugh at all the shit I did Can you do that? Could you school that? Better yet, I'm a wigged out serial killa Type

Slip it in her drink And in the blink of an eye I can make a white girl look chink I don't know what to think Cause last time I attempted this shit, the

that you dare not speak You fucking know that we police the street We know who to watch, we know how to beat We know what you do and where you go We'

me out of this hole But when the well dries up oh where do i go Little pablo doesn?t even know how to read or write I?m starving sweet ana so i can get

Hot slugs to your carriages, turn your dome to coleslaw My only thought is survival before my arrival I'm jumping out on niggas like I'm 5-0 Smack 'em

a name Every time the master would rape, Jamie'd feel ashamed She was only fourteen Violated, used and abused, far from a queen I met Jamie in a dream I

It's cause I'm doin this man Verse 1 (Obie Trice) Nigga's I'm still grindin (yeah...) I'm still hearin those sirens I'm still gettin chased by those lights Only

fill this hole The bloody pit, it doesn't care About the why, the when, the where As guts are ripped and blood is spilled It only knows it must be filled