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