Natas - Torture Lyrics
f/ Dice, Esham[Dice]Torture...Nothing but torture[Esham]Torture nigga...Welcome to the torture chamberCutting niggaz dicks offAin't no pussies around here,niggaI'm getting crucified,in the public eye a nigga diedCome and meet the killa inside on a murder rideI wanna pop piggity pop until they all fallMy style gets ugly like that mutha*****a Biggie SmallsI walk barefoot on a butcher knifeAnd *****(no audio) if he ain't representin (no audio)The .45 slug thug killa,spill a nigga brains like MillersCause we be Superman cap peelas...[Dice]Aaaaahh! I'm coming outta the woodworksNobody move nobody get hurtI'm leaving bullet holes in T-shirts(pop pop)The buddha lightin,masturbating while rhyme writin,wicketFinger *****ed the ***** of Jada PinkettI burn up obituariesI *****ed Halle Berry to death and dumped her body in the cemetaryThe dick loaner,the big booty ***** boner of all typesBurnin you *****es with crack pipes...Torture...[Esham]Burnin niggaz upTie yo ass up to a telephone poleLike Jesus Christ,niggaJesus Christ[Dice]Fantasies is unreal,I'm burnin you pigs with black steelAnd killin children for your Happy MealsLike takin candy from a babyI murdered my old lady with a 380(Because the ***** drove him crazy!!!)She never knew what was in storeCause I'm the nigga that raped the ***** 2Pac went to jail forI'm insane from asylum,the asylum drove me insaneSniff cocaine to ease pain[Esham]I got one in the chamber,the torture chamberI'm paranoid,so you best avoidAny confrotation,I rub the barrel like masturbationTo nut all in yo face andLook what you facinA madman unmasked like jasonGun smoke smellin,Reel Life yellinI show my face of deathI got one bullet left in the glockAnd I'm screamin 3,2,POP!!!!!!![Esham & Dice]Aaaaah....aaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
