Garbage Bag '94 Lyrics - Rare Demos And Freestyles Vol. 1 - Necro

[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 (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 

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 

necro owns your soul nigga DIE 

[Chorus] 

Necrophiliac black 

Necrophiliac black 

Necrophiliac black 

I'ma fuck your corpse