Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Bag '94

Err my castration hand is
So bitch are you ready, to get dick chopped off with a machete

it comes to inflicting pain I'm creative
You're gonna need a saditive when you get tortured by this fucking
My animosity for a never quits
So I hang you to die - on two hooks your fucking tits (*Echoed*
OWWWW!)
Nigga you get with a spike
And me and my homeboys dig in your stomach and take the lice
and cockroaches get chewed
My knife your cranium open to get to your brain for food (Tasty!)
You get buried in dry mud when you in the high flood
When I'm sad I cry blood (*Crying*)
Then I eat kneecaps and shins, when I look into your I'll make you
cough up organs
Plus, you'll - when you get pinched with my siringe
Then asleep and become chow for my flesh eating binge
Then I go to a Bordello, open up the mouth of each bitch and the
thats yellow
And the backside of each cunt I'll be arching - I'm like a
Back from the dead Storm in Monschau
Here's another bite for
My drill bit goes the left side of your face and comes out the right
So watch out for the army of bugs, it's the of maggots
So down or get covered with slugs

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

Motherfucker!
Kill yourself is you should do
I'll make you go through, more terror than the terror that Bobbit's
gone
And if down with that bullshit Nazi lie talk
Nigga wake up with your fucking dick on the sidewalk
You're dry park and left over skins
So get bloodless, by fuckin' heartless pedestrians
Every fucking memory, of your death I savor, so I soak fuckin' brains
in blood for
And cook up, a meal
It's funny, even in the winter time I there's flesh appeal
And when you died I thought what a pity, you had to die with
electricity through your tittie (Hah!)
And I like, all types of fish, so I'm
Sharpen my blade, and my knife up your bitches tuna
The catch of the day, I a big one
of the body, grab the shovel for graves and dig one son
And hop inside it, take a dead corpse and rot it
me, it's great - I've tried it!

I got cholesteral cause I eat human fried
Niggas get buried at the then drowned at the tide
So to choke, I'll make you sell fuckin' soul
My Challacal 22 turned the into charcoal
I pull out, machetes in
I get sick, and put a dead in the dump quick
They stutter and prick, the murdered (D-d-d-d-don't me!)
I never confess never will the bodies, Estaciano couldn't even guess
I'm here forever, yeah forever a scar
I your guts in my gourmet appetar
Cause I when I sin, I'll wear your fuckin' skin
I big fuckin' knives in your rotting abdomen
Dead man, your bodies chopped up in ten different
A million motherfuckin' eat your ribs
And I got teeth, I got tonsils, and
I got arteries, and blood filled in my lungs
So motherfuck saliva, I got blood
I'm so uncivilized I eat human guts my hands
And as it stands, I'm heated so I in ice
I'm God's to the Devil, so call me the human sacrifice
The fuckin' nigga objected to your marriage
And I'm foul like a fetus in a miscarriage
My tanto knife is always sharp, never
The Vietnam veteran got a metal in his skull
Plus, I my blade in, your guts I ninjugated
Put a screw in head like Eddie from Iron Maiden
And, in a pool of is where Necro swims
I got stains on my timbs, I'm steppin' on your limbs
no need to discuss, the scab filled with puss
Guns 'R Us (*Gun cock*), so me and my sarcophagus
Then I'm on fuckin' hearts, and parts get torn
The Angel of kills the first born, with the blood from a lamb
The Pentogram is on your grave, I'm a type of nigga could never save
Cause I'm coughin' out fresh, then David Koresh
I chop up niggas and then recycle there

necro your soul nigga DIE

Necrophiliac
Necrophiliac
Necrophiliac
fuck your corpse