Lyrics Torture - Natas

Torture

Torture nigga…
Welcome to the torture chamber
Cutting niggas dicks off
Ain’t no pussies around here, nigga
I’m getting crucified in the public eye
A nigga died
Come and meet the killa inside on a murder ride
I wanna pop piggity pop until they all fall
My style gets ugly like that muthafucka Biggie Smalls
I walk barefoot on a butcher knife
And fuck (no audio) if he ain’t representin (no audio)
The .45 slug thug killa
Spill a nigga brains like Millers
Cause we be Superman cap peelas…
Aaaaahh!
I’m coming outta the woodwork
Nobody move nobody get hurt
I’m leaving bullet holes in T-shirts (pop pop)
A Buddha lighting
Masturbating while rhyme writin, wicket
Finger fucked the pussy of Jada Pinkett
I burn up obituaries
I fucked Halle Berry to death
And dumped her body in the cemetery
The dick loaner
The big booty bitch boner of all types
Burnin you bitches with crack pipes…
Torture… (16x)
Burnin niggas up
Tie yo ass up to a telephone pole
Like Jesus Christ, nigga
Jesus Christ
Fantasies is unreal
I’m burnin you pigs with black steel
And killin childrens for your Happy Meals
Like taking candy from a baby
I murdered my old lady with a .380
(Because the pussy drove him crazy!!!)
She never knew what was in store
Cause I’m the nigga that raped the bitch 2Pac went to jail for
I’m insane from the asylum
The asylum drove me insane
Sniff cocaine to ease pain
I got one in the chamber
The torture chamber
I’m paranoid, so you best avoid
Any confrontation
I rub the barrel like masturbation
To nut all in yo face and
Look what you facing
A madman unmasked like Jason
Gun smoke smellin
Reel Life yellin
I show my face of death
I got one bullet left in the Glock
And I’m screaming, «Free 2Pac!»
Aaaaah… aaaahhhhhhh!!!