Garbage Bag ’94

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 (*Echoed* 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 fuckin' 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 archin' 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 [Hook] 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! [Verse 2] 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 wit' your fucking dick on the sidewalk You're castrated tried park and left over skins So get stomped bloodless, by fuckin' heartless pedestrians Every fucking memory, of your death I savor So I salt your fuckin' 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 goin' 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 bitch's 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! [Hook] 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! [Verse 3] 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 fuckin' 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 stutterin' 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 fuckin' skin I stick big fuckin' knives in your rotting abdomen Dead man, your bodies chopped up in ten different cribs A million motherfuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 steppin' 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 fuckin' 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 comin' out fresh, fresher then David Koresh I chop up niggas and then recycle their flesh! [Hook] 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!