[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!)
N***a, 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
N***a, 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 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!
[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
N***as 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' n***a 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 n***a that Jesus could never save
'Cause I'm comin' out fresh, fresher then David Koresh
I chop up n***as 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!