Krystal
K.R.Y.S.T.A.L.
(My son’s mother.)
Kause Reality You Stole And Lied; Krazed, Retarded- Yet So All Logical
Kould Rightfully You had Stayed And Laid; Kould Rightfully You have Sucked And Loved?
Kouldn’t Really, You never Saw “me” with Any Love; Kause Receipts You Seem Always Longing for.
Kwik to Relieve Yourself in Spending And Lies; Karats, Rarities, Young Seeking All that Loot.
Kourse Reallity is, Your Soul is Always gonna be Lonely; and me… I Laugh At “Sorry” You, oh Regal Krystal.
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