Torture Chamber
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
I'm getting crucified losing life shootin' christ
In the public eye to be fuckin euthanized
A suicidalist that's already doomed to die
I got logic to call that fuckin 1-800 number
After I fucked his mother under the covers
Smothered to fuckin puddled blood gushing
As a flood of blood's covered an oil gusher
Flooding up a puddle wit Southern Comfort
And dumped her body in the fuckin gutter
As that fuckin bitch cries wit wrists sliced
Like a fuckin bitch picks a fight wit Mike
Vick Mike Tyson and Ray Rice, bitch why
Pick fights with guys who all live to fight
A bitch sized up to their fuckin fists size
An after that she won't be able to give life
Or manage to live life so fuckin bitch die
Wit that stupid snitch motherfucka 6iine
As I give a fuckin rat doses of strychnine
So that bitch dies slowly just to wish life
Would fuckin end like a fuckin kid cries
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
I gave that emo faggot ass Lil Xan a Xanax
And Ativan laced wit fentanyl and anthrax
So he can have a rap that doesn't have a Tampax
Maxi Pad jam packed like all his last raps
As a screaming demon needing some Prozac
Like that fuckin Kodak Black smoking crack
Wit that fuckin retarded Lil Xan as nomads
Cause they know that they have no class
As a mental challenge for the slow class
I come in wit the pump just to smoke the class
Wit the pump under my trench coat packed
Just because they're known trash so wack
That they should fuckin overdose on Xans
Cause those fags have no talent low class
Even Homer's dad knows that to go back
Like a throwback thrown back as I go past
Ya home after I stroll past it wit a full mag
And smoke every last fuckin joke to ashes
Smoked ashes coal black, just know that
I'm not the one to provoke as a joke fag
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
I'm getting crucified losing life shootin' christ
In the public eye to be fuckin euthanized
A suicidalist that's already doomed to die
I got logic to call that fuckin 1-800 number
After I fucked his mother under the covers
Smothered to fuckin puddled blood gushing
As a flood of blood's covered an oil gusher
Flooding up a puddle wit Southern Comfort
And dumped her body in the fuckin gutter
As that fuckin bitch cries wit wrists sliced
Like a fuckin bitch picks a fight wit Mike
Vick Mike Tyson and Ray Rice, bitch why
Pick fights with guys who all live to fight
A bitch sized up to their fuckin fists size
An after that she won't be able to give life
Or manage to live life so fuckin bitch die
Wit that stupid snitch motherfucka 6iine
As I give a fuckin rat doses of strychnine
So that bitch dies slowly just to wish life
Would fuckin end like a fuckin kid cries
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
Torture, torture, torture, torture
I gave that emo faggot ass Lil Xan a Xanax
And Ativan laced wit fentanyl and anthrax
So he can have a rap that doesn't have a Tampax
Maxi Pad jam packed like all his last raps
As a screaming demon needing some Prozac
Like that fuckin Kodak Black smoking crack
Wit that fuckin retarded Lil Xan as nomads
Cause they know that they have no class
As a mental challenge for the slow class
I come in wit the pump just to smoke the class
Wit the pump under my trench coat packed
Just because they're known trash so wack
That they should fuckin overdose on Xans
Cause those fags have no talent low class
Even Homer's dad knows that to go back
Like a throwback thrown back as I go past
Ya home after I stroll past it wit a full mag
And smoke every last fuckin joke to ashes
Smoked ashes coal black, just know that
I'm not the one to provoke as a joke fag
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Writer(s): Ethan Peterson
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