Garbage Bags

[Necro]



Err my castration hand is steady



So bitch are you ready, to get your dick chopped off with a machete



When it comes to inflicting pain I'm creative



You're gonna need a saditive when you get tortured by this fucking native



My animosity for a female never quits



So I hang you to die - on two hooks through your fucking tits (*Echoed*



OWWWW!)



Nigga you get jooxed with a spike



And me and my homeboys dig in your stomach and take the posse lice



Termites and cockroaches get chewed



My knife cuts your cranium open to get to your brain for food (Tasty!)



You get buried in dry mud when you suffocate in the high flood



When I'm sad I fuckin' cry blood (*Crying*)



Then I eat kneecaps and shins, when I look into your eyes I'll make you



cough up your organs



Plus, you'll cringe - when you get pinched with my siringe



Then fall asleep and become chow for my flesh eating binge



Then I go to a Bordello, open up the mouth of each bitch and dismiss the



liquid thats yellow



And the backside of each cunt I'll be arching - I'm like a soldier



Back from the dead Storm Trooping in Monschau



Here's another bite for spite



My drill bit goes through the left side of your face and comes out the right



So watch out for the army of bugs, it's the blizzard of maggots



So duck down or get covered with slugs







[Chorus]



I got a garbage wit'chya name written on it (4X)







[Necro]



Motherfucker!



Kill yourself is what you should do



Cause I'll make you go through, more terror than the terror that Bobbit's



gone through



And if you're down with that bullshit Nazi lie talk



Nigga you'll wake up with your fucking dick on the sidewalk



You're castrated dry park and left over skins



So get stomped bloodless, by fuckin' heartless pedestrians



Every fucking memory, of your death I savor, so I soak your fuckin' brains



in blood for flavor



And cook up, a spectacular meal



It's funny, even in the winter time I find there's flesh appeal



And when you died I thought what a pity, that you had to die with



electricity goin' through your tittie (Hah!)



And I like, all types of fish, so I'm soona



Sharpen my blade, and stick my knife up your bitches tuna



The catch of the day, I caught a big one



















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Dispose of the body, grab the shovel for graves and dig one son



And hop inside it, take a dead female corpse and rot it



Trust me, it's great - I've tried it!







[Chorus]







[Necro]



I got cholesteral cause I eat human remains fried



Niggas get buried at the beach then drowned at the tide



So to choke, I'll make you sell your fuckin' soul



My Challacal 22 turned the asshole into charcoal



I pull out, machetes in public



I get sick, and put a dead fuck in the dump quick



They stutter and prick, the murdered (D-d-d-d-don't kill me!)



I never confess never will the bodies, George Estaciano couldn't even guess



I'm here forever, yeah forever like a scar



I sortet your guts in my gourmet appetar



Cause I grin when I sin, I'll wear your fuckin' skin



I stick big fuckin' knives in your rotting abdomen



Dead man, your bodies chopped up in ten different cribs



A million motherfuckin' cockroaches eat your ribs



And I got teeth, I got tonsils, and tounges



I got arteries, and blood filled maggots in my lungs



So motherfuck saliva, I got blood glands



I'm so uncivilized I eat human guts with my hands



And as it stands, I'm heated so I bathe in ice



I'm God's gift to the Devil, so call me the human sacrifice



The fuckin' nigga that objected to your marriage



And I'm foul like a dead fetus in a miscarriage



My tanto knife is always sharp, never dull



The Vietnam veteran got a metal plate in his skull



Plus, I stick my blade in, your guts I ninjugated



Put a screw in your head like Eddie from Iron Maiden



And, in a pool of blood is where Necro swims



I got stains on my timbs, I'm steppin' on your severed limbs



There's no need to discuss, the scab filled with puss



Guns 'R Us (*Gun cock*), so bury me and my sarcophagus



Then I'm on fuckin' hearts, and body parts get torn



The Angel of Death kills the first born, with the blood from a lamb



The Pentogram is on your grave, I'm a type of nigga Jesus could never save



Cause I'm coughin' out fresh, fresher then David Koresh



I chop up niggas and then recycle there flesh







[Chorus]







Necrophiliac black



Necrophiliac black



Necrophiliac black



I'ma fuck your corpse