Released on July 25, 1995

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[Intro: Dice & Esham]

Torture, nothing but torture

Torture torture, nigga

Welcome to the torture chamber

Cuttin' niggas' dicks off in here

Torture, nothing but torture

This ain't no pussies in here, nigga


[Verse 1: Esham]

I'm getting crucified in the public eye, a nigga died

Come and meet the killer inside on a murder ride

I wanna pop piggity pop until they all fall

My style gets ugly like that motherfucker Biggie Smalls

I walk barefoot on a butcher knife

And fuck **** if he ain't representin' ****

The .45 slug thug killer, spill a nigga brains like Millers

'Cause we be Superman cap peelers


[Verse 2: Dice]

Ah! I'm coming outta the woodwork

Nobody move, nobody get hurt, I'm leaving bullet holes in T-shirts (Pop pop)

A Buddha lightin'

Masturbatin' while rhyme writin'

Wicket, finger fucked the pussy of Jada Pinkett, I burn up obituaries

I fucked Halle Berry to death and dumped her body in the cemetery

The dick loaner, the big booty bitch boner of all types

Burnin' you bitches with crack pipes


[Chorus: Esham]

Torture, torture, torture, torture (Torture, nigga)

Torture, torture, torture, torture (Burnin' niggas up)

Torture, torture, torture, torture (Tie yo ass up to the telephone pole)

Torture, torture, torture, torture (Like Jesus Christ, nigga, Jesus Christ, nigga)

[Verse 3: Dice & Esham]

Ah! Fantasies is unreal, I'm burnin' you pigs with black steel

And killin' childrens for your Happy Meals

Like taking candy from a baby

I murdered my old lady with a .380

Because the pussy drove him crazy

She never knew what was in store

'Cause I'm the nigga that raped the bitch 2Pac went to jail for

I'm insane from the asylum, the asylum drove me insane

Sniff cocaine to ease pain


[Verse 4: Esham]

I got one in the chamber

The torture chamber

I'm paranoid

So you best avoid

Any confrontation

I rub the barrel like masturbation

To nut all in yo face and look what you facin'

A madman unmasked like Jason

Gun smoke smellin'

Reel Life yellin'

I show my face of death, I got one bullet left in the Glock

And I'm screaming, "Free 2Pac!"


[Chorus: Esham]

Torture, torture, torture, torture

Torture, torture, torture, torture (Torture, torture, nigga)

Torture, torture, torture, torture

Torture, torture, torture, torture