This is a song about "Torture"

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

And torture me by forcing me to listen to records claiming they

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Now i can torture anyone i want and never stop until it ends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

I murder, slay torture beats to work the game morbidly!

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Torture plans with weapons you could call medieval

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

And let there families torture you endless,

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

If it means sickness, chainsaws, torture blood and gore bring more,