Remember my face dirty man?
Smack me with a frying pan,
Maybe this will all come back to you
You gave me a fever a long time ago,
But I never got better
Remember me yet?
Remember my bruises?
Remember my screams?
Remember me yet?
This is where I celebrate my recovery
I'll find creative ways to stip your body partys and use them as weapons of torture
My mother would be proud
Maybe you can appreciate this saw created with your nails,
Use it to cut off your lips and stuff them in your nostrils,
Empty my bladder into your filthy mouth
Gargle my fluid
Hum you an old tune while we dismember your legs
Hung upside down by your waiste,
I blindfold myself with the skin of your thigh,
Spin 5 times and use your leg to swing at you like a pinata
You explode remedy all over me
My fever is gone and so are you