Dont Fuck With Me

Probably am more deeper then this website
But who the fuck cares most humans don't even look on the inside
I'd rather grab powerful orbs and start chemical wars
And see how much pain you can endure before I call it quits on hurting you more
Done with fucking around now its time to make words blast your mind like lightening sounds
Its time to flip the page filled up rage inside this age
Im surprised I haven't gone mad yet learned to control word tech
Throwing words out for breakfast.. whats my fetish
Making a human bleed from the disease that I had to keep
But they call it a gift I guess I call it magic
Threw the pain, hurt and tragic I still have words that melt my mind like battery acid
Still have more words to share about the past that I have yet to forget
Know this I hate almost every bitch I met.. is that rude or the gratitude
I couldn't tell the difference belligerent moments walk around with the eyes of the omen
The mind of the stolen now tell me why every girlfriends like the ex I just molded?
Fucking life cant get enough of it but yet still tired from the rough structure
I never give up only lose the spot I was climbing sometimes I want to jump off and pretend I was flying
For the Sicx seconds I would be in the air I wouldn't care that the ground will answer my prayers
Just enjoying the ride seeing if I could find me before death soundly blinds me
Ha and what would I do if I gave up this word voodoo what would you do
I lost that answer in the book I am writing about lyrical suicide
This is only chapter one welcome and enjoy this fucking ride....