I WRECK on this chump, polluting his brain with violent flames//
He can't mantain the strain I'm putting on his main frame//
He's a lame brain, thinks he beat me so now he's off the chain//
I could have made any of them kids suffer at the reach of my reign//
Blood gets slain, when this fake rapper fails to deliver//
Wreckin gets checked with a glock, then gets de-livered//
Rip his guts and all, watch him violently fall face first//
It's no worst, I'll go first, and still demolish your verse//
Drop a curse or two, I hope you know nobody is feeling you//
That's why you feeling blue, Cuz everyone knows you ain't really true//
Your a fake ass rapper, you ain't got shit on your dick//
My name is an anthem, yours compares to fuckin sticks//
Lays on the ground and gets kicked, ya ain't worth shit//
I'll leave you face down in a puddle of your own blood you bitch//
Go head and order a death certificate in the mail and fill it out//
I'll have you unable to battle like the bullet's shells killed your mouth//
It's real in the south, you need to adjust your verbs and nouns alike//
I just realized, you and Steve Urkel sound alike//
I drown the mic, watch it flood your lungs after I spit//
I'll rattle this shit, just to shake and shatter you bitch//
I'll shatter your wrists, you can't fuck with someone ill like me//
I'll have you suffering defeats so horrible they wouldn't appear in your dreams//
Maybe a nightmare, I'll put this mic and burn you right there//
You battlin me is like a cheetah racing a white hare//
Your merely a deceptive form of an emcee that can't cut it//
So you throw multi's in so it looks like you more than nothin//
But thats all you amount to, give up and live by ya rep//
The weapon is kept, I'll leave chunks missing from your flesh//
Now Imma leave it up to the boards to vote and finish the rest//
This is like a test, except Im Realest-Rap the best//





Hit your verse Im waiting