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 strip your body parts 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 waist I blindfold myself with the skin of your thigh Spin 5 times and use your leg To swing at you like a piñata You explode remedy all over me My fever is gone and so are you