Garbage Bag '94 Lyrics
| Song | Garbage Bag '94 |
| Artist | Necro |
| Album | Rare Demos & Freestyles Vol. 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : 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 youcough 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 theliquid thats yellow | |
| And the backside of each cunt | |
| I'll be arching - | |
| I'm like a soldier | |
| Back from the dead | |
| Storm Trooping in | |
| MonschauHere'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'sgone 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' brainsin 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 withelectricity goin' through your tittie (Hah!) | |
| And I like, all types of fish, so | |
| I'm soonaSharpen 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 fleshnecro owns your soul nigga | |
| DIE[Chorus] | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| I'ma fuck your corpse |
| zuo qu : 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 youcough 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 theliquid thats yellow | |
| And the backside of each cunt | |
| I' ll be arching | |
| I' m like a soldier | |
| Back from the dead | |
| Storm Trooping in | |
| MonschauHere' 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' sgone 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' brainsin 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 withelectricity goin' through your tittie Hah! | |
| And I like, all types of fish, so | |
| I' m soonaSharpen 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 Dddddon' 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 fleshnecro owns your soul nigga | |
| DIE Chorus | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| I' ma fuck your corpse |
| zuò qǔ : 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 youcough 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 theliquid thats yellow | |
| And the backside of each cunt | |
| I' ll be arching | |
| I' m like a soldier | |
| Back from the dead | |
| Storm Trooping in | |
| MonschauHere' 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' sgone 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' brainsin 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 withelectricity goin' through your tittie Hah! | |
| And I like, all types of fish, so | |
| I' m soonaSharpen 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 Dddddon' 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 fleshnecro owns your soul nigga | |
| DIE Chorus | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| Necrophiliac black | |
| I' ma fuck your corpse |
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