Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torture, artist - The Grouch. Album song Nothing Changes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.08.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Torture |
| Torture nigga… |
| Welcome to the torture chamber |
| Cutting niggaz 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 woodworks |
| Nobody move nobody get hurt |
| I’m leaving bullet holes in T-shirts (pop pop) |
| The buddha lightin, 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 cemetary |
| The dick loaner, the big booty bitch boner of all types |
| Burnin you bitches with crack pipes… |
| Torture… |
| Burnin niggaz 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 children for your Happy Meals |
| Like takin 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 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 confrotation, I rub the barrel like masturbation |
| To nut all in yo face and |
| Look what you facin |
| 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 screamin 3, 2, POP! |
| Aaaaah… aaaahhhhhhh! |