No show? I've got a life, while you're just a worthless geek
Good think you posted early; I'd hate to think that took a week
My punches have you like a crackhead, the way you take hits
Your name lies; I'm the Real-Eyez, you're just a fake bitch
Little punk, probably running with a weak spineless crew...
Who couldn't go 3-0 if you were police minus two
You only get to second base when your rub your own man tits
You're not an artist; you just think so as you're hitting the canvas
Leave your eye blackened and swollen like you're winking; I'm sick
You only grasp the mic tightly because you think it's my dick
Veteran? Nah, you're just a bitch that I'm better than
My punches reach the Top Ten like I was David Letterman
Bitch, if you're number one, I need to be measured in decimals
You're such a pussy that your ass cheeks outnumber your testicles
I've got your spine jarred; so go home and learn how to rhyme hard
Your face is taking more punches than a workaholic's time card
Realize can't hold a candle to me, so now I have to slap this cat
Telling me to match your bars...bitch, I can't rhyme as wack as that
Any rhymes I spit against you are nothing but a waste of rap
So I'll just knock your cheek bones out and watch your fuckin' face collapse

Sorry for the delay. Votes...

Peace