Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Bag '94

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

When it comes to inflicting I'm creative
You're gonna need a saditive you get tortured by this fucking native
My animosity for a female never
So I hang you to die - on two hooks through fucking tits (*Echoed*
OWWWW!)
you get jooxed with a spike
And me and my homeboys dig in your and take the posse lice
Termites and get chewed
My cuts your cranium open to get to your brain for food (Tasty!)
You get buried in dry mud when you in the high flood
I'm sad I fuckin' cry blood (*Crying*)
Then I eat and shins, when I look into your eyes I'll make you
up your organs
Plus, cringe - when you get pinched with my siringe
Then fall asleep and become for my flesh eating binge
Then I go to a Bordello, open up the of each bitch and dismiss the
thats yellow
And the backside of each cunt be arching - I'm like a soldier
Back from the dead Trooping in Monschau
Here's bite for spite
My drill bit goes through the left of your face and comes out the right
So watch out for the of bugs, it's the blizzard of maggots
So down or get covered with slugs

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

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

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

necro owns soul nigga DIE

Necrophiliac
Necrophiliac
Necrophiliac
I'ma your corpse