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Necro - Garbage Bags Şarkı Sözleri
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 you cough 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 the liquid thats yellow and the backside of each cunt i´ll be arching - i´m like a soldier back from the dead storm trooping in monschau 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 [chorus] i got a garbage 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´s gone 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´ brains in 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 with electricity goin´ through your tittie (hah!) and i like, all types of fish, so i´m soona sharpen my blade, and stick my knife up your bitches tuna the catch of the day, i caught a big one click above to visit our sponsors 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 flesh [chorus] necrophiliac black necrophiliac black necrophiliac black i´ma fuck your corpse |
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