Torture

Lyrics

ROZZ DYLIAMS: S, sneakin up out of the House of Drip bitch and I'm drippin like ooze A, after the murder is done I will not even clean up my shoes D, dylan we fallin' off in it so hard I could get on the news I, I am the one with the ana with everything other than truth S, sick in the head with the virus [???] but what you gon' do T, takin the bank(?) and I'm buckin and stuck in a devilish mood I, island of bodies in a bloody ocean and I'm on the top C, creatin' and boomin' a [???] frequency makin' you drop T, tearin it down with psycho sounds and mystic shit O, over and over again when we stompin' you down like a bitch R, Rolling H1 with Kold Blooded ready with the switch T, tickin just like a bomb about to erupt quick U, using tools and making you drop it off like this R, ready or not I'm coming out the house with a half-moon clip E, easily execute eradication when you make me click S, slither away like a snake as I vanish and tighten my grip HOOK One look in my eyes And your mind is mine Hypnotized, Now your bein crucified Paralyzed tryin to escape but caint And died in vain while screamin Wishin this all wasn't torture.... KOLD-BLOODED: Fuck all my enemies Fuckem all up Pile all the bodies In bags in my trunk Then ill be takin'em str8 to the lake And i'll smoke a whole blunt While im watchin'em sink You don't wanna see Kold-Blooded get down Murderous shit That i think is profound Round after round Is the sound of the dead, in my head And they keep tellin me to go raw,.... I'm like that muthaphukkin-movie Saw Make it a game, as i put you through pain Really im teachin you lessons I just have a method That people may label insane Really i shouldn't be rappin bout it The beautiful thing, is the people who doubt it Because they become my next victims Never knew what hit'em I getem, while theyre in their houses................. But the problem is, that i really love it So ill never ever wanna ever give it up... Then i take it to another fuckin level When i light up all the candles And begin to cut.... OFF - both your eyelids... Sew your mouth shut - for silence.... So you can't call me selfish -your so precious While your cryin...... As the tears run down your face Into that cup Thats right beside it,.... I take a couple sips And start to trip I'm so excited --- now we're really getting to the good part I can't deny it I'll pretend to let you go And let you run While i start drivin'........... HOOK