[HipaGriff's Freestyle]
Don't mind me man all I wanna be is a good rapper
I work so hard at it and people still call me a white cracker
I serve my rhymes at the dinner table on a silver platter
Yet I k** these freaking idiots like I had a damn dagger
Yea I'm a ba*tard and yes I can rhyme faster
I'm remixing this track so Its time for it to get remastered
Now i'm getting faster I can already hear the laughter
Yo i'm so offensive you can call me a freaking attacker
I don't make sense, my entire day will be so boring
When I try to sleep I write lyrics till three in the morning
So I can start recording another song thats so corny
About how I like to get the girls horny while I'm skateboarding
No its not luck homie I got sk**s
If you don't take the opportunity then homie I will
When it comes to rap man i'm real
Hell no i'm no mainstream and talk about girls and dollar bills
There is evidence and no one to give the clues to
Why you blind lets figure this sh** out like its blues clues
Nothing your use to there is nothing to prove dude
So don't go out and try to hide cause there is no where to move to
Fine I can't be nice and I have a big ego
I protect it so much I have a gun to co*k back and reload
I protect it so much its embarra**ing so I keep it on the d-low
Man I wish everyone loved me like a freaking bag of doritos
I'm trying to make a unique sound so you guys will remember me
Not just a white kid who puts lyrics together so cleverly
Yes i'm making song but I still haven't found the recipe
But once I do these people will find some time to have respect for me
Call me b-rabbit
I'm white and so savage
All the stuff you say is something your going to have to manage
You know my acrobatics
I shoot you up with an automatic
Then you be gone see you long time cause you vanish like magic
Don't leave the knife around I murder you rappers into pieces
Don't believe me go make a diss track and I will come back just like jesus
Your track will be the color of sh** brown like you sat down to eat some Reese's
There is no point in trying cause I got no freaking weakness
Just sitting in cla** just feeling like I blew it
Man why do I always have a lot of homework and never do it
I'm never fluent
I pick up the paper put it back down and say screw it
But when I do my lyrics I put my best effort and this is how I prove it
If you hear a rumor about me k**in' the mic its true
The realist street I have ever been on is Portland avenue
To anyone who has helped me through rap man thank you
I have discovered something new man this is my breakthrough