Wreck This!

Verse 1:
Shattered glass, bulletholes
Graffiti on the walls, Blood spots on wrecked cars
Perfect place for writing bars, this is where I practice
Between the rats, dirty & grimy, I’mma wreck this!
This is where the rapes happen, murder tapes hanging
Bodies in the trunk, in an old timer chevrolet pick-up truck
A Victim of the streets, time ran up
One last heartbeat, Bad luck
Heroin needles scattered across the floor
Empty bags of cocaine, no escaping possible
A shady place, afraid to go there again
A small mistake, can make you lose your faith (but!)
Chorus:
Who’s ready when the reaper calls?
Take’s your life and steals your soul?
Make most of the day and Wreck this!
Wreck This, Wreck this !
Bridge 1:
Turn a durag to a skimask
Get yo' hammers out, get yo' hammers out
Motherfucker, Wreck this!
Verse 2:
I came up, rising to the top covered up in dirt (dirt!)
Came from under it, left my name under it
Now I came to vandalize the game, put a big ass skam stamp on it
You can’t get up under it
It’s time for me to show off my skills
Not only as a rapper (nope!) but as martial arts fighter
Cus I kick rhymes, punch lines, write hooks & drop lines
Leave you in a chalkline, leave your body rotten
I’ll be in the darkness forever, forgotten
I’m about to smash this place up, everything is going down
Rap’s no longer an outlet, I’ll smash you, you, you outta your brand new outfit
Let’s go!
Chorus:
Who’s ready when the reaper calls?
Take’s your life and steals your soul?
Make most of the day and Wreck this!
Wreck This, Wreck this !
Bridge 2:
Turn a durag to a skimask
Motherfucker pull your hammer out, motherfucker pull your hammer out!
Trash this shit, Wreck this bitch!
Time of talking is over 'bout to wreck this shit
Time of talking is over, it’s over, it’s over
Time of talking, Time of talking