Something i wrote during the storm or whatever. hope you enjoy it.

Semi-Autiomatics guerilla tactics will play now, the trey pound, watch the revlover, turn ya thoughts around, i get down/
Through with all your gimicks and jokes, get ya skull cracked and brain leak out like egg yolk/
You ain't nothing to me, i'm on another higher level, well if it's getting hot in here, then you f***in with the devil/
Get ya corps smashed back,to where you didn't have that, cuz your flow is pretty shitty when it's coming out your asscrack/
Being born in the arctic made my heart stone cold,you niggas fall to pieces like confetti in snow globes/
You a dumb n1gga, your smartness doesn't appeal, you robbed a lamp shop and couldn't get a brighter idea/
What's real, everybody face the facts, Jill died and he'll still go up the hill because he thinks she's Jack/
You a f*** in disguise, probably looking in my eyes, tryin to visualize if i have think thighs/
Don't worry i got god on my side, say and make the wrong f.ucking move and you'll have god your in eyes....