swaggard

So once upon a time there was a boy named Mike
he was your average kid, played games and rode bikes
physically he was average, but mentally godlike
a bit fucked in the head, like sanity on strike
dreamed at 11, running the American fourth reich
date raping the game like your girl's glass, spiked
used to wanna flow like Marshal, but spit like Technique
but he cant even rap, made his talent unique
this song ain't even hip hop, it's poetry and a beat
cause without a catchy hook its select all, delete
but what if he slowed down for a second
stopped rhyming, flowing, spitting, whatever
would you even consider it rap or just words all along
cause rhymes make the rap and the beat makes the song
and if your lyrics are real then you're obviously fake
cause copying others gets you bread, easy bake
money, cars, jewellery, swag and hoes
it's no wonder he thinks half this rap shit blows
oh wait, almost forgot did i mention he's white?
obviously a gimmick, aint no way that he's tight
alright man, you caught me, i'm clearly copying Em
yeah he's my favorite, but why stop at him
cause my last name aint Pepe, McCormick or Mathers
but faggots you know me as Mikey fucking Haggard