A little bit of poodajoulles

Take your bloody Jesus self to the lumbermill.

Make your crazy self drive that steel in the palm of your hand. Bake yourself at 360 degrees. Maybe you will become a sincere 

Loaf of bread for the last supper. I know I'm not dead. If the choice becomes the between you. I'll fuck you over and make you eat my poo. I know you'll like it now so, whatcha gonna do? My bitch ass will haunt you like a crazy flew. You'll burn up of fever of 102 degrees. I told you I'll haunt you. My bitch ass don't quit you must enjoy the taste of it.

But I do not miss you or want to see you.

I have just the thing for you. A little a bit of poo.