More anger

Fuck it,  
Im juiced up like the klu klucks  
I lost 8 fingers to find i dont give 2 fucks  
2 middles was left i felt it was to much  
Now i can give you directions and point to the,  
 sky.  
Like let your spirit float their.  
Ill jordan sparks your ass breathe with no air then leave with no care  using a garbage bag mask i rapped in my reach by your hair.  
Im pissed off now im jigsaw  
mixed with light yagami i see ya name im writing it you could escape if you can break the chain separating the saw from your oxygen right before i count to swing.  
If not suck my private place or my property swallow the deed entirely. Until the inc you buss from the top of it gushes out in your mouth and you try to speak and you end up goo goo gahing it baby talking hows your whic, bitch.  
You wanted a bad boy now im a sav- oge that cant even spell l0ve. With out a O and they tagging my cell phone and when i smash i ghost like pac man why not? You pac man inside of your cat so to be frank you should get in oscar in that brand.  
Or is it you specialise in sausage double stack? Triple stack? Look at that? I could probably pull up a stretch limo in your pussy with a second line in the back or scream in it and listen back...... YOU FUCKING WHORE... YOU FUCKING WHORE... YOU FUCKING WHORE.  And the echo get louder and louder every time it whistles back and thats deeper than under gound poetry  your whole is a poem write a book on that.  
It read  
A void that can never be filled yet the urge to fill it. Like a vampire it sucks the life out of the heads of shafts to find its self empty sloppy and hating the mirror the twot flaps in the wind forced out of alignment and into live a hollow reality never to feel whole. You nasty bitch