Your Face

Yeah, I'm wearin' your face Yeah, I'm wearin' your face I'm wearin' your face I'm wearin' your face And I go on dates, dates, dates Yeah, I'm spreadin' that AIDS, that AIDS that AIDS I'm blowin' my brains, my brains My brains I heard your grandma passed away That's okay, Brady got her casket made It's a cardboard box with masking tape So when the brains of rats go gnaw her face Skin softenin' like frosted flakes Pull a bullet from pots and grapes It's not that great Gettin' caught on my hostage tapes Just another price misplaced Leave her drugged up, now she's lost her space She's just a dumb cunt that gets tossed for waste I want my papes, I want her face I haunt this place, can't conversate Stuck in the zombie state, I contemplate Which one your arms should break Your mama's place, better be concentrate I'll be wearin' your face I'll be wearin' your face And I go on dates, and I'm spreadin' that AIDS Let's cut these bitches up, and I'm blowin' my brains If I had any choice of any face to cut off I'd wear Jennifer Lawrence's face and suck myself off Look at myself in the mirror, tell myself that I love me Well, finger-fuckin' a steamed ham, that shit would be lovely Greasy greg, I love to punch bitches and kick dogs So kick rocks if you think that I give a shit, dog I'm a big boss, wear your face back once I criss-cross I love skin and big fat bitches, I grip rocks Got a room full of faces, like that bitch from Return to Oz I even got bags of purses, panties, and rugs I got more faces than bootleg copies of Faces of Death Circulatin' round the early nineties, waitin' for the internet I'll wear your face, baby, I'll wear your face I'll wear your face, big girl, I'll get your face, yeah I'll be wearin' your face I'll be wearin' your face And I go on a date, and I'm spreadin' that ace And I'm blowin' my brain