This is a song about "Torture"

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

From the torture of others, they feed it/

Truly they would torture you, smack ya back to pakistan,

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

Cos you fags think you can torture me again well then

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Because i torture and stick myself, with needles

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

My hands pulled apart from each other and feeling pleasantly numb as masochistic torture

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/