My Kind

Sometimes I wanna Antagonize - Go and kick rocks And give black eyes and when I get Mad at the shit they say online I wanna type back Tell that pussy to kill himself and not feel - I want two or three chicks at the same time I wanna suck my dick to see if they lying - Sometimes I wanna fly to Paris and See if those f*ck-wads calling me gay were right - And fail out of my classes go back and f*ck the Teach who taught me to talk in past-tense and change my Name to something I've always liked then take a one way Flight to get over that fence that I've been on my whole I'm tryna leak my dick so they can see how Big it is and they don't gotta fantasize no more - Crash and kill a whole family of four cause their Mom is thinking of me when she's up in his Drawers Top drawer Sometimes I wanna tear apart this guy That you locket could be done before the sun Rip that bad-aid off would only take One quick swipe it would sting but then it'd be Fresh wound - pink skin Reborn on my second wind No pressure cause we loosen it Close that hole or you'll ruin it so Don't tell me to stop when I'm already out whatchu lost And your pictured version of him lying empty to rot and Nothing grew from the plot so I've been tryna Barry Him and fertilize with-it raw - but i'm Kind I'm kind That's my kind Know my kind. And if they had the tech to clone I'd get Erect and bone that mother fucker just to get me off Lexapro but I don't take it I just wanna F*ck myself because I hate him - So I'd Abuse him and he'd be receptive Same way I am when we switching perspectives Then when I'm done I'd cut him to piece and eat em like Twins do they fetus cause I cannot be second Best at this one shot I get Aiming my scopes and holding my breath cause bro down that pipe And there's no shed I hide when I Finally put him to rest - Sometimes - I wanna free fall Down from the tree that I eat from Feel the embrace of that sharp wind as this Pink skin meets the asphalt - Look I wanna fake my death So you don't get hurt (don't tell me to stop) When I run so far That I run out of breath (don't tell me to stop) And I ruin my soul Down far from the nest (don't tell me to stop) An homage that you too could appreciate At least that way I'd be paying respects (please don't tell me to stop) I wanna fake my death so you don't get hurt When I run so far that I run out of breath And I ruin my soul down far from the nest At least that way I'd be paying respects I wanna fake my death so you don't get hurt When I run so far that I run out of breath And I ruin my soul down far from the nest At least that way I'd be paying respects I wanna fake my death so you don't get hurt When I run so far that I run out of breath And I ruin my soul down far from the nest At least that way I'd be paying respects I wanna fake my death so you don't get hurt When I run so far that I run out of breath And I ruin my soul down far from the nest At least that way I'd be paying respects I wanna burn it all down get the gaso- (lean) - Man on the moon that's where I'm seeing Me - But I'd probably get bored Stars in my eyes so I'd prolly come back for That shirt that I'd left witchu I didn't burn it guess that's the truth when I see you again - You're prolly too angry to speak So I've scripted what you could say next - You've torn apart this guy That I locket killed him before my Skin had ripped when you broke it off Left me empty when you fucked right off in your New whip cause my shit whack Now your back and want me to act like Nothings changed want me to tell you that you Fit the same - when we both know that you've Gone and torn apart this guy That I locket killed him before my Skin had ripped when you broke it off Left me empty when you fucked right off in your New whip cause my shit whack remember Now your back and want me to act like Nothings changed want me to tell you that you Fit the same - But you've turned my scar into a Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound Pink skin you made it Fresh wound - pink skin Reborn on my second wind No pressure cause we loosen it Better off that you're los- He's not dead - What