Welcome to my toruture chamber!
Tame with the strange brain intertains and things
And hangs with gangs that bang Glocks, on your side blocks
Never try to xerox thinking your spitting, but only beatbox
I feel pac, but bump biggie on the reg, keith murry and red
Dread bitches call me rude boy with that wickid dick
Til the last brick in my head
I wear my timberlands to bed, ready to act up and flip
Lick puss if the bush smell right
If you suck good dick then you might could spend the night
I beat the pussy up like it was a tyson fight
Plus I bite you in your holy field
Bustin nuts through your maxi shield
Niggas say fresh things, but i'm fresh and I say things
I'm only in there when i'm (? 0:47)
As much noise as I be making, breathing real hard
Big pussy bitches thinking that I be faking
I leave their body shaking
If i'm hard, when shes asleep i'll take the bitches mack card
Cause I ain't shit and she ain't shit and if she ain't shit that means we all ain't shit
So either fuck this shit of suck this shit cause, i'mma fuck the next bitch if you on some bullshit
Automatically tragic, black magic, eratic
I start static with status
Who's the baddest of rappers on the planet?
The manic depressed, dressed and guest
No S on my chest
Rest in the west district, the county of the sex
No special effects, me and the cess are inside blowin ya chest
Just might be the best yet
Two bags of pep and a wet dip cigarette
Imagining i'm boba fett headhunting for checks
Slap the shit outta your doubt, your running your mouth
I'll save ya when I break ya
Take it outside, imtimidating you
Educating you on how the tame do
How shit go, after say no to (? 1:41)
Bad, from the disco
Offical after beefing with this chick named crystal over the pistol
The bouncer found a half ounce and told me to jet, didn't return my weed yet
I never forget, meet me in the parking lot joy bring you tec
Totally hoping that I be smoking
Methods hope from hoboken at this intersection she was open
Followed us to mickey d's for weed
Said she was divorced with two seeds and she needed a man just like me
Casanova on the pullout sofa
Blowing up her motorola, I hit it off so I invited the squad over
Should have told her but, she should've knew
Fucking with niggas from out the blue
Should've figured about getting ran through
Girls say Tame I could never understand you
Don't plan to theres just certain things a man do
The vandal and the scandal, the flowers use the power
One of the few cats that eats snatch for half an hour
Foreplay in the doorway, some whores say they should pay me
My ex says she wanna go half on a baby
Pimps up, hoes down, i'm liabal to go crazy
Each chick I fucks wit sucks dick
I don't be toungue kissing them
I peg on checks and put my nuts up in them
So put them soup coolers on my ruler and mesure me from the pleasure you get
Coming sooner or later orgasming yelling tamer
Ripper through skins like i'm a razor
Glaze your whole grill when my nut spills, you can chill
Spit that shit out on my sheets now, bitch!
I can give a fuck how you feel, quick bitch feel this
I on some of that real shit!
Torture Chamber was written by Tame One.
Torture Chamber was produced by Mister Geovanni.
Tame One released Torture Chamber on Tue Oct 12 1999.