This is a song about "Interchangeable parts"

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

With parts of their body through the mail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I start carvin away ur body parts n hey pack em up

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Tried to run away but my parts only shut down

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Chop her up save the good parts and fucking burn the rest

And she wanted no parts of me

Must be something you want me to see