I Don't give a fux productions - Anger and Pain ft.Mr.Scythe lyrics

[Mr. Scythe verse 1:] Peace and pain chain hanging out rapping, shouting ,pouting ,screaming ,yelling [WestPublicNorthside verse 2:] too much energy sh** with my fists in front of me pulling off a fits, I'm like f** this sh** enough of it no point in looking like a motherf**ing idiot [Mr. Scythe verse 3:] mom and dad too bad more like two and a half dad's, f** that psychotic wanna talk about it no because ever since the age of ten been wanting to k** mom and dad with a baseball bat watch as their faces fatten more and more until pop they explode I like the gore looks so delicious smells like the roast beef I used to eat all the time ten years old and at this time I was a fat f** tough motherf**er, now I'm skinnier then a toothpick I feel like my dad but boy am I glad were not the same with his schizophrenia and my insanity I hear two voices in my head, or more like three one being me [WestPublicNorthside verse 4:] second being Mr. Scythe, Third being Dr.Vilson/scientist when I am pissed off only two show up I'm like Wade Wilson,[Mr. Scythe verse 5:] but I've been working to remove them for a girl I'm unsure about whether or not my mouth is the only mouth she has been on all out. Mama and wannabe papa tried to make my life better I said f** you my life is lived on my own so you can s** my dick through a john or a glory whole and why does matter mother and father would've never been there for me anyways as they kept swearing, yelling, screaming, tearing each other apart just like the family we used to be until I was three uh [WestPublicNorthside verse 6:] Pain chain gang f** little Wayne, 2chainz more like two pains in the goddamn a** I wouldn't mind breaking a gla** over their faces yo Hopsin, MGK, Tech nine, good job. YG, Drake and French Montana got all of your moms giving me more bl**jobs then what gangsters and government officials get don't forget the first verse that be the motherf**ing worst. Sixteen been waging war with my own mind since I was nine, stealing at the age of thirteen from Starbucks and dollar stores I don't give two fux about what you think, clinkity, clink, click, clack, f** that I ain't black pure fact I'm native and I support that [Mr. Scythe verse 7:] living a poverty lifestyle without the fat stacks,I hated the rich kids for saying sh**, I didn't understand I didn't feel like man nor a boy I felt like a b**h because every word that I heard them say made me twitch. The sh** that no one wants to hear you can't do this you can't do that f** you flat I'll smack you around and show the anger and pain I feel in my brain with my existence mundane, rage every single time you hear it you want to turn the page change the lyrics throws spears or darts at it your lying to yourself saying you don't feel that channeled anger that one makes you feel like a stranger, outcast sure thing even my jokes be making you choking on these words [WestPublicNorthside verse 8:]Think your weird, think absurd,word f** that just stick up the bird