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DON'T TOUCH ME...
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Corfaisus
"It's frustrating because - as much as Corf is otherwise an irredeemable person - his 2k/3 mapping is on point." ~ psy_wombats
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Corfaisus
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CloseYou come up to me gently
and lay your hands on my sides.
I then find myself, back to the floor
restricted by your madness.
You may say it's just a silly game
when you throw yourself on me
and start touching me against my will.
But I'm not laughing...
When you pin me down
and I can't get away;
fight or flight
running overdrive.
If I fight you,
you'll beat me.
If I run away,
you'll catch me.
You call it tickling;
I call it torture.
It's painful and overbearing.
why would you do this to me?
I thought I could trust you...
Just stay there;
there's nothing you can do;
it'll all be over soon.
I don't want to be here.
Your fingers in my sides
are like a knife's dull edge.
Your knees in my waist,
an unshakable vice.
Please stop, I cry;
yet you persist.
I squirm and push away.
Don't touch me!
My back is to the carpet,
your face blocks out the light.
Pushing away causes pain;
remaining still does, too.
Your fingertips become friction burns.
After your sadistic pleasure subsides
you stare blankly into my soul.
I back up slowly, crying.
You stand between me and escape.
Even now you're pinning me down.
Please leave me alone, just go away.
But I know the damage has already been done,
and nobody else will listen.
and lay your hands on my sides.
I then find myself, back to the floor
restricted by your madness.
You may say it's just a silly game
when you throw yourself on me
and start touching me against my will.
But I'm not laughing...
When you pin me down
and I can't get away;
fight or flight
running overdrive.
If I fight you,
you'll beat me.
If I run away,
you'll catch me.
You call it tickling;
I call it torture.
It's painful and overbearing.
why would you do this to me?
I thought I could trust you...
Just stay there;
there's nothing you can do;
it'll all be over soon.
I don't want to be here.
Your fingers in my sides
are like a knife's dull edge.
Your knees in my waist,
an unshakable vice.
Please stop, I cry;
yet you persist.
I squirm and push away.
Don't touch me!
My back is to the carpet,
your face blocks out the light.
Pushing away causes pain;
remaining still does, too.
Your fingertips become friction burns.
After your sadistic pleasure subsides
you stare blankly into my soul.
I back up slowly, crying.
You stand between me and escape.
Even now you're pinning me down.
Please leave me alone, just go away.
But I know the damage has already been done,
and nobody else will listen.
LockeZ
I'd really like to get rid of LockeZ. His play style is way too unpredictable. He's always like this too. If he ran a country, he'd just kill and imprison people at random until crime stopped.
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You, you, you touch me with your hand
Gently on my sides, I say "Oh my land"
Find myself with two hype feet to the floor
My rhymes restricted by the madness that's yours
You may say, may claim, that it feels royal
When you touch this super dope homeboy, y'all
Look at my eyes as you start to get down
You can see I'm not laughing here in Oaktown
Pin me down fresh, advance
You think I like that, now we gotta dance
Fight or flight, move outta your seat
Running overdrive, gotta catch this beat
While we're rolling here on the ground
Wiggle a little, squirm around
If I fight you, yo, I'll get beaten as such
But this is one beat you can't touch
(I told you homeboy) Don't touch this
(Yeah, that's how we living and you know) Don't touch this
(Look at my eyes, man) Don't touch this
(Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics) Don't touch this
You call it tickling; there ain't no rhythm
Stop makin' me sweat, it's torture you give 'em
It's painful for the Hammer, this devil's show
Why would you do this? I trusted you, you
Just stay there and go with the funk, it's said
If you can't hold this groove, you're probably dead
Bust your own moves, slide your rump
Want it or not let's do the bump, bump, bump
Your fingers in my sides, running through my hair
It feels like a knife, I wave my hands in the air
Your knees in my waist, this is it, you're legit
Unshakable rhythm, I might as well quit
Bound up in the hype, head light, and tight
We both are sweating so pass me a wipe
Please stop, I cry, yet you persist
I squirm and I push. Don't touch this!
(Yo, I told you) Don't touch this
(Why you standing there, man?) Don't touch this
(Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka) Don't touch this
(Hammer, go Hammer) Don't touch this
Break it down! Tickle time!
My back is to the dance floor, motions tight
Your face blocks out the light
Pushing away causes pain, no gain
Remaining still is just the same
Your fingertips become friction burns
This floor heating up, the table turns
But it's only the record, twisting, spinning
I'm still pinned down, you're on top, grinning
After your sadistic pleasure abates
Rhythm and soul, both blank as slates
Why doon't you just stop doing this?
Making motions that hurt even when you don't hit
I'm pinned on the floor but I'm magic on the mic
Even now you stand between me and flight
I'll make record time, though the damage is done
To touch y'all, and make a new record album
(Yeah) Don't touch this
(Look, man) Don't touch this
(You better get hype, boy, because you know) Don't touch this
(Ring the bell, school's back in) Don't touch this
Gently on my sides, I say "Oh my land"
Find myself with two hype feet to the floor
My rhymes restricted by the madness that's yours
You may say, may claim, that it feels royal
When you touch this super dope homeboy, y'all
Look at my eyes as you start to get down
You can see I'm not laughing here in Oaktown
Pin me down fresh, advance
You think I like that, now we gotta dance
Fight or flight, move outta your seat
Running overdrive, gotta catch this beat
While we're rolling here on the ground
Wiggle a little, squirm around
If I fight you, yo, I'll get beaten as such
But this is one beat you can't touch
(I told you homeboy) Don't touch this
(Yeah, that's how we living and you know) Don't touch this
(Look at my eyes, man) Don't touch this
(Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics) Don't touch this
You call it tickling; there ain't no rhythm
Stop makin' me sweat, it's torture you give 'em
It's painful for the Hammer, this devil's show
Why would you do this? I trusted you, you
Just stay there and go with the funk, it's said
If you can't hold this groove, you're probably dead
Bust your own moves, slide your rump
Want it or not let's do the bump, bump, bump
Your fingers in my sides, running through my hair
It feels like a knife, I wave my hands in the air
Your knees in my waist, this is it, you're legit
Unshakable rhythm, I might as well quit
Bound up in the hype, head light, and tight
We both are sweating so pass me a wipe
Please stop, I cry, yet you persist
I squirm and I push. Don't touch this!
(Yo, I told you) Don't touch this
(Why you standing there, man?) Don't touch this
(Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka) Don't touch this
(Hammer, go Hammer) Don't touch this
Break it down! Tickle time!
My back is to the dance floor, motions tight
Your face blocks out the light
Pushing away causes pain, no gain
Remaining still is just the same
Your fingertips become friction burns
This floor heating up, the table turns
But it's only the record, twisting, spinning
I'm still pinned down, you're on top, grinning
After your sadistic pleasure abates
Rhythm and soul, both blank as slates
Why doon't you just stop doing this?
Making motions that hurt even when you don't hit
I'm pinned on the floor but I'm magic on the mic
Even now you stand between me and flight
I'll make record time, though the damage is done
To touch y'all, and make a new record album
(Yeah) Don't touch this
(Look, man) Don't touch this
(You better get hype, boy, because you know) Don't touch this
(Ring the bell, school's back in) Don't touch this
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