Hook:
(To all you bridge burners) Get a reality check
(To all you fucking sellouts) Get a reality check
(To baby mamas with the dramas) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck

Verse One:
It’s now confirmed, Derm has reasons to burn
These little stupid ass niggaz who ain’t willing to learn
I know in life, for success is what we yearn
But, some of y’all want to act up when it’s our turn
To shoot for the same shit y’all getting
Instead of helping, y’all knock us down ‘cause y’all feel threatened
Since, nowadays, y’all feel the need to be evil
And, to think, we went to school with the same type of people
When y’all see success, y’all look for feelings to hurt
‘Cause y’all think y’all the world, and we’re the rocks in the dirt
Look down on your folks with attitude, so, to make our tempers boil
Y’all spit, shit, and piss on the soil
When we see success, though, y’all whole aim is to sabotage
Emotions with ego that are camouflaged
To down talk your own kind with no damn clout
Then, walk around with sad faces and your hands out
Now, y’all want to go the Angela Lans(berry) route
In the world of dirty ditches, I’ll throw the rusty pans out
But, who I’m so ready to put on blast
These cum-struck numb nuts that brush you off for fame that don’t last
No longer than your roster’s career
You drop your shit, then find it snapped in half and tossed to the rear
Stripped your pride as if your cherry’s getting popped in the tiers
Or, shatter hopes like your demo you’ve been shopping for years, fool

Hook:
(To idol worshipping snitches) Get a reality check
(To niggaz selling souls for riches) Get a reality check
(To all you slimy politicians) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(To all you child molesting priests) Get a reality check
(The crooked ass pastors) Get a reality check
(Society’s smoke blowers) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck

Verse Two:
Quite frankly, I don’t need the media to burn your rep
While you suck cock for fame, I come correct and earn respect
When on my grind, I gets down to the gristle with my grit
I hear you so-called kings lying, but miss me with that shit
Stick-figured niggaz think they’re steel get broke in two
Pray your hardest for my downfall, the joke’s on you
You jack-offs that do shit but slack off
Little nigga, big head, think hard, and act soft
Now, what possessed you to crawl up out the trash with your dump
Just to face the fact you never had a chance from the jump-start
Yelling, “Touche”! Should’ve stayed on guard
But, since you brought your junk art, you’ll see yourself bombarded
By the ones who were once consuming your product
You say you don’t need ‘em ‘cause you feel that you’re hotter
And larger than the lives of most prima donnas
‘Til you find out your shit is a joke, then see karma
Bustin’ through that front door like suicidal Unabombers
Crash head-on like a Lexus by a Tonka
Look, homie! Either cut the crap
Or, treat this shit like a Dave Chappelle sign, “It’s A Wrap”
The peeps you dogged out will cast you out with the quickness
All the money in the world won’t buy you a heart or forgiveness
Now, this shit might pose as a threat
Before you start popping shit, get a reality check, nigga

Hook:
(To all you sorry freeloaders) Get a reality check
(No-good hand biters) Get a reality check
(Disrespect the next man’s faith) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(Pussies step without caution) Get a reality check
(The major corporations) Get a reality check
(Shady concert promoters) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(Viacom and Clear Channel) Get a reality check
(The crooked governments) Get a reality check
(Suckaz neglecting kids) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(To all you flagrant ass smoochers) Get a reality check
(Wack artists crying over sales)Get a reality check
(Fuckers killing over bullshit) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(To ungrateful ass lovers) Get a reality check
(Niggaz slacking on their grinds) Get a reality check
(Throwing shades on new success stories) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck
(Industries with no diversity) Get a reality check
(Salty dudes stalking pages) Get a reality check
(Close-minded idiots) Get a reality check
Before I break your freaking necks and lay you punks on deck

And, whoever else get offended by this track. It’s about time y’all get a reality check. Oh, I’m not the only one that feels this way. Take a look around you. Okay? Now, look in the mirror, you bitches!!!