Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Bag '94

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

it comes to inflicting pain I'm creative
You're gonna need a saditive when you get by this fucking native
My animosity for a never quits
So I hang you to die - on two hooks through fucking tits (*Echoed*
OWWWW!)
Nigga you get with a spike
And me and my homeboys dig in your stomach and the posse lice
Termites and get chewed
My knife cuts your cranium open to get to your brain for (Tasty!)
You get buried in dry mud when you suffocate in the flood
When I'm sad I cry blood (*Crying*)
Then I eat kneecaps and shins, when I into your eyes I'll make you
cough up your
Plus, you'll cringe - you get pinched with my siringe
Then fall asleep and become chow for my flesh binge
Then I go to a Bordello, open up the mouth of bitch and dismiss the
liquid thats
And the backside of each I'll be arching - I'm like a soldier
Back from the Storm Trooping in Monschau
Here's bite for spite
My drill bit goes through the side of your face and comes out the right
So watch out for the army of bugs, it's the blizzard of
So duck down or get covered with

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

Motherfucker!
Kill yourself is what you do
Cause I'll make you go through, more terror than the that Bobbit's
gone
And if down with that bullshit Nazi lie talk
you'll wake up with your fucking dick on the sidewalk
You're castrated dry park and left over
So get bloodless, by fuckin' heartless pedestrians
Every fucking memory, of your death I savor, so I soak your fuckin'
in for flavor
And cook up, a spectacular
It's funny, even in the winter I find 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 of fish, so I'm soona
Sharpen my blade, and stick my knife up your tuna
The catch of the day, I a big one
Dispose of the body, the shovel for graves and dig one son
And hop inside it, take a dead corpse and rot it
Trust me, it's great - tried it!

I got cause I eat human remains fried
Niggas get buried at the beach drowned at the tide
So to choke, I'll make you your fuckin' soul
My Challacal 22 turned the into charcoal
I pull out, machetes in
I get sick, and put a dead fuck in the quick
They stutter and prick, the (D-d-d-d-don't kill me!)
I never never will the bodies, George Estaciano couldn't even guess
I'm forever, yeah forever like a scar
I your guts in my gourmet appetar
I grin 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 cribs
A motherfuckin' cockroaches eat your ribs
And I got teeth, I got tonsils, and
I got arteries, and filled maggots in my lungs
So saliva, I got blood glands
I'm so uncivilized I eat human guts with my
And as it stands, I'm so I bathe in ice
I'm God's gift to the Devil, so call me the human
The fuckin' nigga objected to your marriage
And I'm foul a dead fetus in a miscarriage
My knife is always sharp, never dull
The Vietnam got a metal plate 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 blood is where swims
I got stains on my timbs, I'm steppin' on your severed
There's no to discuss, the scab filled with puss
Guns 'R Us (*Gun cock*), so bury me and my
Then I'm on fuckin' hearts, and parts get torn
The of Death kills the first born, with the blood from a lamb
The Pentogram is on your grave, I'm a type of Jesus could never save
I'm coughin' out fresh, fresher then David Koresh
I chop up niggas and then there flesh

owns your soul nigga DIE

Necrophiliac
black
Necrophiliac
I'ma fuck corpse