Torture - Kold-Blooded

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