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