Tales of Torture Vol. II

Although the poems have slowed, the torture has more than doubled
And so I show them hoes, this white boy still is troubled
I gaze at my toolbox, but nothing catches my eye
A maze of bloodied rocks, that have since been tossed aside
Then the lightbulb shines, right above my head
My yearning donger whines, but soon it will be fed
I remove my bedroom's doorstopper, and sit in seated position
I will now perform the "Nut Popper", and send cock to mortician
Soon the door is swung ajar, hard cock to protect the wall
And with force of moving car, it connects with cock and ball