Bad Day - KreZ

To begin, I had a bad day and at this age, my crying doesnt pay. Ice cold from within, I'm doing the drugs, I'm toking the buds and choofin the Cigars. I'm letting the light rays out of the mud. Vice smouldering the whimsical flings of thought. The adults are supposed to be considerate but no one considers this, your a bitch and I'm a prick. Your clit is dripping wet as my dick gets harder than death. Your lips look like bo-tox on that teenage trim. Your hips are wider than that of I, I am the survivor of kings. It begins within him. He is a man of many sins. He is a man of many years. A ghost rider with no fear of the law. A boastful tiger with no care for the colour of alcohol. A showstopper against a corrupt copper. And that is the only thing inside the lineage of kings. It with robotic wings we fly against the wind. And the things we sing usually become very important for the winter months. With no tincture to punch past torch the scripture with a force cast. All the wired morons on top of the head of tired horses hung hard. All the wars were won fast. All the scores become shards of glass. In my lungs thats lunch. Huh huh. It pack a punch back a hunch back with a lack of contact with his sons. Crunch cracks in the starlight steel fortresses for real. Munch down easy Mac for tea, every teacher I ever see told me I couldn't be what I wanted to be. You see.. Just listen to KreZ about the story maybe you be unblinded by the sorcers cauldron behind that the world spins rapidly reigns the end of the tapir century with a binge. These very moments we commend to comment on will finish the opposed from an honest wage. With a critics opinion I gave them the open opportunity of a lifetime of hostility