Necro

Necro - Garbage Bag '94 songtekst

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[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 bag wit'chya name written on it [x4]



[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

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
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