El Pinata De La Muerte

LETRA

El Pinata De La Muerte

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, I never got better.
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 will 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
dirty mouth.
Gargle my fluid.
Hum you and 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 pinata.
You explode the remedy all over me.
My fever is gone and so are you