There’s this girl I know

She say she likes the way I flow

But can’t recite a verse I wrote

Despite excited faux emotes

So why do I always invite her to my shows

When I know that she’d rather stay at home all alone?

Ummm, I guess I blame it on my chromosomes

The kinda guy to lie around waitin on his mobile phone

And when I still don’t a text, I lay and moan and groan

Known that it’s time to throw the towel in and hold my own

I’m growin older and wiser with every song I write

Everytime I touch the mic I smile and I like my life

But at night, it’s quite the opposite and so I try

To put my feelins into words and purge them so I never cry

Never say die, cuz a frickin Goonie

Ruthlessly proven to all groupies I’m a looney toonie

Cruelly judgin me like people think they Truly knew me

On the real I’m just another artist who is stupid Moody

You don’t like how I spit

I’m too nice, and too white for this shit?

Never light up a spliff?

Or I’m not white enough, sly with my witts?

An unintelligent loser who gets hyphy and lit?

Man, I grew up on 90’s rap, and sega genisis

Hadoken yo fools out my life like ryu’s nemesis

The kinda guy who try’s to stray away from prejudice

It’ll benefit your case if you know who you’re messin with

The kid who was obsessed with The Fresh Prince

Tony Hawk champion smashin his best friends

Attackin foes in super smash bro’s on the daily

I had a pokedex before I had a ukulele

I’m never gonna forget where I’m from

Northern California considered the bay to some

Not a poser just a nerd from Santa Rosa

No exposure cuz I don’t smoke herb and live kosher

It’s a fact, that my raps won’t attract

All the masses, and so I’m askin you, can you blast this?

I never slack with tracks, stack em up like acrobats

Pack a powerful punch for lunch and have smack for snack

My greatest problem is my self motivation

I hate it. Sometimes I can’t even right a line of a statement

It’s outrageously crazy lately. I’m feelin crazy lazy

Playin games or with my lady, should be writtin verses daily

And I’m not. And it erks me

But every time I write a song it’s sweeter than Hersheys

They thirsty for these verses but I don’t get a curtsy

When these suckuhs try to cop my skills like they was Kirby ya heard me?

Stop comparing me to other rappers cuz I’m white

I write different than atmosphere, and me and Slim don't sound alike

I swear if ONE more person calls me Vanilla Ice

I’m finna flip a bitch go to the kitchen, get the sharpest knife

Thanks to the internet everything has to have a genre

I guess it’s horror core if I say I'mma stab ya momma

What if it’s ironic, smart, and it solves a problem?

Then I guess it’s conscious, but I just call it awesome

So, go ahead and try to label me

I’m stayin super sayin til the day that I die and my rhymes savory

Ya’ll are stuck in the mainstream, away from me

I’m free to speak my mind, other rappers sign to slavery

I know I’ll only probably sell about a hundred copies

Sellin out is not an option, not when that means gettin sloppy

So I’ll remain the awkward white rapper who’s fat and stocky

Not a hobby, embodied in every awesome word I’m jotting