That new shit

I quit this shit because it's stress full as all hell dealing with all my personalities on a broad scale it serves a better purpose
For thoes who all felt the same but fuck it
I don't care anymore
My arms veiny and sore
My lungs carrying more curses
That the bible,
My mind don't even produce
Worth, I just exist with my middle finger waving like you won but before I die I'll grab the sky and earth and make brute porn like
Fuck I'm this bored don't even care about a rhyme scheme
I would snort a line of benzine to make time speed then slow it down with lean to feel like a time genie I turn my weenie into charger now my balls are electric
So they pop in your mom's mouth like pop rocks in bubble wrap with
Fur on top I really don't care what come next unless it's me
Then I'm going to sleep,
I sung little bo peep
A little different
She lost her virginity
Instead of her sheep
I was weist deep
Im still going ape
People mistake
Her screams for alien space ships
Breaking the sound berrier
I'm in her area 51
I'm still bored fuck a poem
I rather fuck a nun
On the top of a cross
She was nailed to the cross now
They worshiping her
And I walked in water when I left room
I'm on some fuck you and your interest
Im a cartoon that's alive
I marsh through all your limits like
The subject of this is high spirited motivation,
To grab a hand full of acid to wash your face with
I took a shit about 2 hours ago
I'm still shitting now
And I ain't sitting down
Tell your grandma my dick is ready
Come get a longue
And I might eventually let her leave the house.