With their blood. You so ugly when you sleep
your dreams torture people.
The Devil complains when you tell people you him.
The Devil say you uglier than him.
That cd be a trick.
But nobody ever seen the two of yall
Together. But the Devil dress better than you.
Your face is a uniform. Clothes wont let you put them on
You cannot fart because gas refuses to stay in yr ass
You went to Denmark for sexual transformation
But the doctors cd not figure out which sex you were.
You claim not to be dead
You claim the reason you look the way you do
Is not yr fault. “Nature made me like this,” You say.
Naturally everything denies it.

 James claims that his looks aren’t his fault, but nature doesn’t claim to take part in his ugliness neither.