[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