Kill Mode

Well, its half past two in the morning, i've done alot of chillin, and now is just me and corner gas. Tommorow, lots of sleep and a good dose of napping, maybe i'll hit up the gun man and check out what the beat is on hall street. I got some cold ones left and i even got to have few shortly after work, not to mention a quick trip to the garden of eden, and i got off early the day before my only day off to sweeten the deal. The rest is history. But don't think that this be the end, we should look into the thing i have adorned with the title "kill mode". If somebody eats your left overs from your favorite spot to eat, that sudden rush of blood to the cranium and the urge to find a blunt object to cause a hole in the side of a mofo's head, yeah that's kill mode. You wake up shower down and get out to find no towels, all of a sudden you want to slap a fool and the burning sensation of mureder creeps up into your gourd, you've entered the mind set of the kill mode. Yes it's true, buried deep within us all is this thing that can be unleashed and cause a wave of mass destruction the likes of which can be unmeasruable. Kill mode can for and against you, but you sees a cat about to act a fool, just vacate asap. For now thats all the power in the hour, nikia signing off for now, ya'll stay up.