Why would I?

Im dirt and you mean it.
And your purposely beating the shit out of me, making me dry heave and -
Im trying so hard to stay alive and keep on with the breathing.
But its so hard with a steak knife dug into my gut, with so much blood that is leaking.
That im thinking of just letting this go, walking about this life and going off.
To the distance as god lunges my hand and pulls me up.
Half a chance that I'll be plunging instead of going for that walk.
So, man it must something I can stomach to consider obeying laws.
At this age Im not something that others paint with crayons.
I'll break a brick and chalk to make paint on my day off.
But what do you consider the truth?
Im being brutal not lying, having mutual signs of silence.
And you'll know when im violent, having the push to purge dino's.
The balls to earn dollars and flame to burn wallets.
Though you already know I mean nothing to you..
You took the first island the day I pushed you off the diana.
Aggressive like piranhas and im messed up like your grandma.
Death threaths dont have effect since I couldn't fucking care if I died.
Im just putting it out there, just incase someone's like "Why not".
Im the lighter to your wick, buring you with fire to make you sick.
I dont like a liar to be strict, just an identifier for a bitch.[
Act like a bitch and you'll be mentally retarted, in a fit.
With a piece of metal in your eye ball, hit with an iron man and spider-man's fists.
I will fight offense, fuck de-fence, start off by saying that you might amend.
Im like a china man saying that he'll eat you, so ill heat you in a fucking frying pan.
I'll try and spread awarness.
But I couldnt care less if the world came to the end and -
I became the number one asshole which is fair but...
I'll end it here, sorry...