The c*ck Chamber lyrics
by Hydracoque
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
n*gga di*ks line the walls of this f*cking c*ck chamber
If you don't suck c*ck, then my n*gga you in danger
f*ckin' n*ggas with my n*ggas, we some gangbangers
Run over my testicles in a Ford Ranger
Bust my balls until I cry, torture my p*nis until I die
I'ma give you a surprise... gayn*gga creampie
Delivered to any orifice you want, this is my convenience
My gayn*gga p*nis, and if you n*ggas squeamish, y'all gon suffer
[Verse 1 // Hydracoque]
In whole, I am a hole stuffer
And you blood is more lube but for lube I'd use peanut butter
I bust a nut, bust another, then I bust another nut inside of you
Lеave you bleedin', squealin', cryin', thinkin' of what I will do after this
Will I tap again, will I fist?
Will I rap about it or wrap you up and put you on my list?
What's that list about? It's a sеcret, do not ask, I'm not gonna tell you
I'm not gonna say sh*t unless it is gay sh*t, nice lil' ass n*gga I wanna take it
Then I tape it as I gape it, edit, render in 4K then
I go spray and f*ck more gay men, sexual experts, we're not laymen
But we lay men down on the bed, f*ck 'em in the ass, suck 'em on the head
Choppin' off the c*ck, kill a n*gga dead, and then f*ck a b*tch and fill him with more c*m and lead
All of this and more happenin' inside the c*ck chamber, n*gga
If you try to escape then I'll put you in danger n*gga
More danger than you'll face if you stay here, spray on your face, my n*gga I'm a gay queer
That might be humiliating, but you'll probably live... sike!
Pull out a dildo, go c*ck c*ck c*ck c*ck, then pull out a knife, go chop chop chop
No you can't esc-a-a-a-a-ape so don't you run and try to call a cop
"No no no don't take my anal virginity, this sh*t is all I got"
Ha! Not anymore, I f*ck 'til I c*m and my p*nis is sore
p*nis, it soars, up in the sky, so damn hard, I think I'm
Gonna pass out from the loss of blood... oh wait, we have that in common!
And then I'll mash your testicles until they're the size of almonds
And then pop them in my mouth... pop, pop, pop, pop, they're all in
Yummy, yummy, make a n*gga c*mmy
di*k up in my tummy... oh f*ck, I'm daydreamin' again from poppin' Perc 30s and estrogen pills, noddin' off
And that sounds like not enough, and it's never enough for a n*gga like me!
A n*gga need to get my nut, need to get my skeet, when I f*ck male butt, my n*gga I'm elite
Like the Nike socks and I got a lot of jocks and my striking c*ck is on the block
All of my opps get shot with a whole lotta white and a whole lotta red
Ceemin' and bloodin', oops I mean bleedin' and c*mmin', my bad n*gga, my head
There's somethin' wrong with it, and I mean the one on my head and also the one on my di*k
And then also my other di*k too, I'm gonna di*k you, I f*cked a n*gga then my di*k grew
Again while it was inside of his ass and it ruptured all his organs
Now that n*gga's dead and my p*nis is contortin' inside of the hollowed out space where his corpse is, the insides
And then I pull it out and c*m on the outside
I paint my name on his chest, Hydracoque
And I just don't f*ckin' rest
Lettin' all these bars flow off my f*ckin' head while I'm layin' in bed
With 50 dead n*ggas all around me, gay ass n*ggas they pound me
n*ggas, they got them balls, it's astounding, amazing, awesome as well
If you n*ggas don't like my balls, go to hell
I'ma kill you, send you there and go there as well
Just to f*ck you while I get there and create a whole new hell for you
It's hell on top of hell, come inside my room, males on top of males
Semen everywhere, you know how that smells?
I'm askin' you a question, I'm used to it, I can't tell
[Outro Skit // Hydracoque and GAY_I]
Hydracoque: Goddamnit, GAY_I, turn the motherf*ckin' beat back on! I- d- *sighs* ugh, I know I got sidetracked again with the motherf*ckin' freestyle, this song was supposed to be about the c*ck chamber n*gga, but f*ck! Just... put... on... the... bea... t... again! f*ck! *sighs* Sorry man, you know how I get when I- *chokes* ow f*ck! I swear all these goddamn n*ggaborean drugs are *hiccups* *groans* gettin' to me somehow. *burps*
GAY_I: Yo, Hydracoque, what the f*ck has gotten into you man. You need to motherf*ckin' quit this motherf*ckin' bullsh*t
Hydracoque: Yeah, I know man, I know man, it's just...
GAY_I: Yeah, yeah, I know, I know how it is, but man, but you need to put out this motherf*ckin' album man, you need to go f*ckin' record more sh*t man, goddamn n*gga
Hydracoque: *sighs* Aight man... wait, wait, you need to put the beat back on though, how am I supposed to record if there ain't gonna be no motherf*ckin' beat?
GAY_I: Aye! Eh! I'm putting it back on, just-
Hydracoque: Okay, okay, I motherf*ckin' heard you man, sh*t
GAY_I: Why the f*ck do I have this existence
[Chorus // Hydracoque]
n*gga di*ks line the walls of this f*cking c*ck chamber
If you don't suck c*ck, then my n*gga you in danger
f*ckin' n*ggas with my n*ggas, we some gangbangers
Run over my testicles in a Ford Ranger
Bust my balls until I cry, torture my p*nis until I die
I'ma give you a surprise... gayn*gga creampie
Delivered to any orifice you want, this is my convenience
My gayn*gga p*nis, and if you n*ggas squeamish, y'all gon suffer