Your'e leaving again?(my response)

you know what, i have something to type,forget your anger and your f****n hype, ill take a string from my moms bathroom ,where the sewing machine is next to the sink, take the repaired kite and tighten it tight'ly around your ti'ny peck'er rip it off from the fixation like a rot triler that went bitey on my leg when i was fivey years old' smash your glasses and your face cuz you know i ama the better.
 without you ive got no influence, with the schizophrenic reactions, prudence, rudened remarks that just flew in, and.... blew this entire math eqaution out of proportion; were mirror images, have you forgotten,all the time weve spent as real ones,stockin the surrenges',wait a minute your leaving now quit the shittin.
i feel more in death than i have ever been, in this life of unelo-quence quintessscent deliverence, ill take a prance upon the hellish gates and b***h quick them all before i die before i get stiff.
 and take a f****n shift'in time.im in a combine,cambri'an age within this generative whimsical world and society that im f****n stuck in; i cant even rap without you dawg.