Young (open for collab)

this is a song i made called young and im looking for a 3rd verse if ur down for it just hit me up and ill email u the mp3... verse one... is it joy that im getting from pain thats inflicted on inocent victims i trip and i kickem i lift and i hit up i cut with incisions im drunk wen i run and i run wit percision running tumbling over fences havent showered in weeks wondering wat the stench is bodies in the basement, kid nap old people for their pensions feeling like jigsaw minus thee inventions its me the creep from the streets walking wit black gloves a hat black bags from no sleep.. lurking at play grounds steal ur baby brother... i get up and do it now who's the lazy fucker... my medication is foul for recreation i smile and pop codine while sniffing a gasoline soaked towel the voices in my head are wat tell me to do it... screaming at the mirror wat u looking at stupid.... ur ugly ur why bitches wont fuck me ur disgusting i dont even trust my self to all the skeptics i dont even love my self put a straight jacket on just to hug my self... verse2 this aint old news or wat i used to do... still the same ma'fucka sniffing glue thru tubes talkin shit wit a gun bout wat i do to dudes pistol whipping kids trying to bruise a bruise i hit women yet ...i love these bitches hand round their throat then hugs and kisses sorry baby i didnt mean it u called me a pussy so i acted like a penis wat u say about the black eye i kno ur dad seen it u got hit wit the door? yes that was thee agreement stab my right thight wit a phillips screw driver for show and tell in middle school...liar!! wat the kids called me till the next week i came wit their dogs all beaten in bed sheets... im talking big...rots, even pit bulls now im on the run so i got up and skipped school fuck wat u saw if i caught u lookin with my knees on ur chest get ur both eyes pushed in... give me anything ill take it to the head... dont forget dont forget forget wat i sed....