Garbage Bag '94
(专辑: Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 1 - 2001)
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
sedative 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 (OWWWW!) Nigga, you get juxed with a
spike And me and my homeboys dig in your stomach and take the
parts we like Termites and cock-a-roaches 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
fucking 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 syringe 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 that's yellow And the
backside of each cunt I'll be arching I'm like a
soldier, back from the
dead Storm-Trooping and marching 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 I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! Motherfucker! Kill yourself is what you should do 'Cause I'll make you go through, more terror Than the
terror that Bobbitt's gone through And if you're down with that bullshit Nazi-fy talk Nigga, you'll wake up with' your fucking dick on the
sidewalk You're castrated tried park and left over skins So get stomped bloodless, by fucking heartless pedestrians Every fucking memory, of your death I
savor So I
salt your fucking brains and blood for flavor! And cook up, a
spectacular meal It's funny, even in the
winter time I
find there's flesh to peel And when you died, I
thought "What a
pity That you had to die with electricity going through your titty!" (Hah!) And I
like, all types of fish, so I'm soon ta 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 ride it Trust me, it's great, I've tried it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got cholesterol '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 fucking soul (Blaow!) My Calico .22, turned that asshole into charcoal I
pull out, machetes in pub-lic I
get sick, and put a
dead fuck in the
dump, quick You stuttering prick, (D-d-d-d-don't kill me!) The
murders; I'll never confess Where are the
bodies? Georges Marciano couldn't even guess I'm here forever, yeah forever like a
scar I
sauté your guts, in my gourmet abattoir 'Cause I
grin when I
sin, I
wear your fucking skin I
stick big fucking knives in your rotting abdomen Dead man, your bodies chopped up in ten different cribs A
million motherfucking cock-a-roaches eat your ribs And I
got teeth, I
got tonsils, and tongues 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
fucking nigga that objected to your marriage And I'm foul, like a
dead fetus in a
miscarriage My Tantō knife is always sharp; never dull The
Vietnam veteran got a
metal plate in his skull Plus, I
stick my blade in, your guts like Ninja Gaiden 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, from stepping on your severed limbs There's no need to discuss, the
scab filled with puss Guns 'R Us [*gun cock*], so bury me in my sarcophagus Then I'm on fucking hearts, and body parts get torn The
Angel of Death kills the
first born With the
blood from a
lamb; the
pentagram is on your grave I'm the
type of nigga that Jesus could never save 'Cause I'm coming out fresh, fresher then David Koresh I
chop up niggas and then recycle their flesh! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! I
got a
garbage bag witcha name written on it! Necrophiliac, black Necrophiliac, black Necrophiliac, black I'mma fuck your corpse!